#but this is a for fun idea and I am barely going to stick to the actual canon

[motherish]

June 20th & June 26th 🧩👯‍♀️

🍄 Met up with a friend at a thrift that I haven’t been to YEARS! I forgot just how my much I love this place! We got so caught up “oooing” and “aahhing” at random things that we could barely keep a conversation going! We’ve been talking on and off about how we love precious moments! Especially the clown ones!! I am SO happy to find a friend that’s a clown lover just like me! 🤓 Like she’s got a whole ass collection! So imagine my surprise when I see PRECIOUS MOMENTS CLOWN MUGS!! I bout screamed! Just went “oh oh oh!!” And tapped on her shoulder 99 times to look and she got excited too lol!! We each bought one. 😌

🍿Second hang out was with a different friend! We met up at an arcade where you pay for an hour or more upfront and you can play unlimited games! And I had so much fun! They had a lot of Japanese arcade games which meant my friend and I were randomly tapping on buttons hoping it was doing something cause we don’t know Japanese LOL we played this one fighting game and I was laying down the moves okay 😎 I have NO idea how LOL she kept going “um how are you doing that!!” But I was just randomly tapping buttons and moving the joystick and just praying it was gonna do something cool and it DID! 😎 Then she switched to a different character and started whooping MY ass 🙄 next thing I knew an hour had gone by! We went to have boba after. 🧋🎊

I told myself that I wasn’t gonna do ANYTHING in June! Just stay holed up in my own little world and hide away! 🕳️ I am very glad I didn’t stick to that. And I’m very touched that they both went out of their way to ask ME out! These were both very good days. 🌿

[kurizz]

Pink Poly Club (miromabby) Part 2

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Summary: Mira had a solo interview—at least, that’s what she thought. But right when it started, two pink-haired boys showed up and joined in. What was meant to be calm quickly turned into a chaotic interview with all three of them. No one knew what was going to happen next.

Word Count: 1250

a/n: im bad w titles and posting. lets just say this is part two even though there's no significant connection between the first fic i posted.

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“What do you think of the ship MiRomAbby?” the host asked Mira.

With a forced smile, she looked at the camera. “I think our fans are creative, but there’s nothing going on between us.”

The audience let out a chorus of disappointed “Aww”s and suspicious “Hmm”s, some clearly thinking she was lying. She wasn’t though.

“Is that so?” the host asked. He stood up and turned to face the crowd. The studio lights were blinding, but his smile was even brighter—like he had something up his sleeve. “Actually, we have surprise guests today. Would you like to meet them now, folks?”

Mira’s brows furrowed. She sat up straight. She hadn’t been informed of this.

“LET US ALL CHEER for Romance and Abby of Saja Boys!”

The crowd went wild—but Mira’s heart went wilder.

What? They’re here?!

No one told her. No one warned her.

Fans squealed and chanted as the boys made their entrance, the guys had their eyes immediately locked in on her. Their smiles teased with a sweet charm that made the air a little warmer.

She averted her gaze, ignoring the weird tingling feeling in her chest. Stop it, Mira.

They waved at the crowd like boy band royalty, soaking in the cheers of the people. Mira didn’t move. She was trying to compose herself.

They took their respective seats on either side of her. She noticed how they were always like this, keeping her in the middle. It was like this during their fansign event, and it's the same now.

Mira tried to play it cool, but the host had other ideas.

“So, who confessed first? Was it Mira?”

 She was visibly taken aback, “As if! Nobody confessed anything—”

“Yet.” Abby cut her off playfully.

 The crowd was loving this. Mira, not so much.

“I’ve asked Mira. About time we hear your answers too.” The smug look on the host’s face was irritating. “What do you think of MiRomAbby?”

“Oh, we heard there were rumors,” Romance stated, throwing his arm across the back of the couch. “And we thought, why not confirm everything?”

“What?” Mira whipped her head in his direction. He met her gaze with a sweetly masked innocence.

Abby nodded, “Yeah. Like, confirm that we’re all just friends…with really good chemistry.”

The host cackled, clearly thriving. “So no truth to the MiRomAbby ship?”

Romance lazily leaned in. “I mean, unless Mira wants to change her answer.”

“I don’t.” Mira blinked, her response quick.

“You sound so sure.” Abby chuckled in amusement. It was close to her ear, making her shift in her seat.

“Because I am sure.” her gaze sharp and challenging.

The host clapped his hands together, bringing the attention back to him. “Alright, time for a little fun. We’ve got some stuff prepared that were highly requested—”

Mira huffed. “I shouldn’t have come here.”

“—from your fans.” The host grinned. “Let’s start off with a classic: the heart monitor game!”

Some staff emerged from the sidelines to stick the sensor patches onto them. Their heart rates appeared on the big screen for everyone to see. Mira’s was already elevated, while the boys’ were on the lower side.

“Seems like someone’s a little nervous…” Romance teased, his voice smooth and low.

Mira took a deep breath. “It’s because I’m annoyed. That’s all.”

His brow quirked upwards, a small grin playing on his lips. Ugh, why is she even looking at him?

“And now it’s time for some Truth or Dare.” The host barely let the tension settle. “This one comes from sajaxhuntrix4ever. They said: ‘I dare you to hold hands for 10 minutes. If you let go, you’ll have to redo. P.S. We love you and support pink poly!’”

Mira’s blood ran cold. The cheers were deafening.

“Now that’s one way to start the game,” the host laughed. “Alright then, the timer starts once you hold hands.”

Abby offered his hand to her, head slightly tilted, eyes sparkling with a playful glint. “Whenever you’re ready, Mira.”

He said her name slowly, like he was enjoying the sound of it on his mouth. Her heart was already thudding in her chest. She glanced up at the screen and saw the BPM number climbing higher. No. Calm down.

With an abrupt motion, she grabbed both their hands without another thought. Let’s get this over with.

The timer began.

Romance shifted into a more comfortable position and casually readjusted his hold on her. He slid his warm fingers between hers, lacing them together with a satisfied hum. Mira chose to ignore it.

“Okay, next one is from the user supremecolorpink. They asked: ‘Why can’t you just date? Don’t worry, we support you!’”

Mira sighed. “I appreciate all the support, but it’s simply because I’m not… interested.”

That slight hesitation. What happened to being sure, Mira?

“That's not a very nice joke,” Abby teased, bringing their intertwined hands on his chest with a sly smile. “Not even a spark of interest?”

Yeah, no, I'm definitely not interested...right..?

She could feel the warmth of his chest seeping into the back of her hand. Her throat suddenly felt dry, “Enough. Next.”

“Between Romance and Abby, who do you like more?”

The two boys exchanged glances.

“None.” Mira was quick with it, her eyes shut tight with restraint.

More ridiculous questions followed, and somehow, she managed to get through them. When does this end?

The host chuckled before he read the next card. Upon reading, his eyes widened a fraction. “Ah, finally, another dare—and it’s a fan favorite: the Pepero Game!”

The room erupted in cheers of excitement, but it was nothing compared to the pounding in Mira’s chest. No, not like this.

The host took notice and didn't miss a beat.

“Well, would you look at that? Someone’s excited.”

Excited?

Mira looked to her left, as if trying to hide her face from the crowd. Things were starting to feel uncomfortable, and her shoulders grew tense. She didn't like this. She wanted to make the fans happy but not at the expense of her own. The room now feels suffocating.

Suddenly, she felt gentle, comforting rubs on both her hands, like it was trying to help her relax. She slowly glanced down at one hand, then the other—then up at their faces. They weren't even looking at her but their thumbs were rubbing soft soothing circles on her hands.

“Alright, Mira, you’ll need to choose a partner—” the host began, already scanning between Romance and Abby with a grin.

But before he could finish, Abby raised his free hand with a chuckle, “Actually, I think we’re overdue for a water break. I might pass out.”

A few people laughed from the crowd. Some were concerned.

Romance nodded, grinning. “Yeah, I’m thirsty too.”

“Oh look, the timer’s up. We can let go now.” he added.

Romance and Abby gently released Mira’s hands. She blinked, still trying to process the sudden shift. They removed the sensor patch from Mira's body, both their eyes fixed on her face.

“You’re thirsty too, right, Mira?” Abby asked softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

“Come on, let’s go.”

That’s when they led her backstage.

Minutes later, a staff member whispered to the host that the three idols had slipped away, mentioning something about an emergency.

Whispers began to swirl instantly. Fans speculated wildly, their phones lighting up with theories and guesses. Had they ditched the show?

The buzz didn’t die down for the rest of the night.

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it's so embarassing that i dont know how to use this thing </3 i feel like a grandma but im not that old i swear (or maybe i am) im just not a tumblr typa gal. dont laugh at me or maybe do, as long as it makes u happy. you can suggest stuff so it would help me have ideas. like, be it fluffy, angsty, or spicy. just a teeny bit spicy, like this tho 🤏🏻 nothing too crazy unless… i didnt say ill be writing them all so dont keep your hopes up. if you say please then maybe i would reconsider 😮‍💨

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[xoxochb]

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a deep, peaceful silence infiltrates cabin three heavily. a long day it had been. but what you always found comforting was the end of that long day.

when you lay in bed, stuffing your face with ice cream and curling yourself into percy until you soon fall into the arms of hypnos for the night.

or not really night. on an average day you’d only end up falling asleep sometime in the am; two or three usually. but the idea is the same so whatever.

percy’s fingers twine through your hair in a soothing, continuous pattern that nearly has you falling asleep if not for the cold sweet treat you’re avidly eating.

your legs are in a tangle with his beneath blankets, skin brushing and rubbing against each other. he’s cold in comparison to your warmth and you think that’s another clear factor to why you have to be soulmates.

“I want a bite.”

you stick your spoon into the ice cream and then place it in percy’s mouth. he bites down on the spoon which makes you send him a glare in response until he lets it go.

“how much is left?”

“mhmm….. few bites?”

“good.” percy sighs in relief and attempts to look down at the bowl on his bare chest. “it’s cold.”

you giggle lightly. “I’ll eat it quick.”

like said, you begin shoving bites into your mouth until percy tugs faintly at your hair. “don’t eat too fast, sweet girl, you’ll get a brain freeze.”

you huff but nonetheless, finishing scraping the remainder in small, slow, portions. one finished, you remove the bowl from percy’s chest (thankfully to him) and place it on the nightstand.

then, you return back to previous position, head tucked against his shoulder. his hand returns instantly to your locks. he presses a kiss to your forehead softly.

“I’m not as tired now.”

“well, sweet girl, considering your sugar intake, I wonder why that is.”

you turn your head upwards and scowl at him. with his free hand, percy rubs his thumb over your bottom pouting lip. you reach out to bite it but he takes it back before you can.

“you are no fun.”

“I let you bite me plenty.” oh how you loved biting his biceps.

you don’t respond, but rub your face against his skin like a kitty.

“don’t go silent on me.”

“I’ve decided I’m falling asleep.”

“it’s good to have goals, sweet girl, I’m proud of you.”

you sigh and close your eyes. “joining me?”

percy doesn’t miss a beat before his response. “of course I am.”

[yoongis-black-grilfriend]

Mothers Night Out

Warnings: SMUT, oral, lactation, toxic! rafe, car sex, penetrative sex, and breeding.

Ring Ring Ring

The sound comes blaring as you're face down in your pillow, head pounding a mile a minute. The ringtone continues to jingle you answer and put the phone to your ear.

“Hell-” You try to answer before the voice on the other line starts, “Why the hell am I over here watching our children while you're running around as if you don’t have any responsibilities in life?” The voice quickly cut in as you rolled your eyes.

“Rafe, it was one night out, what are you on about-” You were cut off again, the man on the other line not wanting to hear that. “NO, you told me that you were going to hang out with friends; NOT those fucking pogues and you know that”.

“Those pogues are my friends.” You start to say before he cuts you off, in his frustration.

“I don’t care. Get ready” he snapped. Before you could say anything else, the dial tone reached your ears as you sat up in the bed you were lying in, which happened to be John B's.

Ever since you became a mother you were dedicated to taking care of your children trying to be the best mother you could be for your little girls. You sacrificed everything for them, including your well-being. Your friends thought it would be a good idea to hang out last night since you have yet to have the time to genuinely hang out just as a group. Last night was fun. You all piled in John B’s living room playing drinking games and catching up on everything social that you might have missed.

“How are you doing in here sleepy head?” JJ leaned up against the door with a smile. “My head is killing me” You respond, messaging your head. “Well sorry to break it to you but your baby daddy is outside, so your hell awaits you”

“Ha ha, you are so funny.”

Gathering your things you throw a pillow at his head which he dodges with a smirk. “Kiss the girls for me!” He yells behind you as you make your way towards John B's door. “Will do!”

Wanting to say goodbye to everyone else you were met with disappointment as they were all still asleep. Walking out the door you are met with the father of your children leaning against a black truck with your door already opened.

Climbing into the truck, you close the door with Rafe following behind you. Looking behind you, you expect to see your baby girls in the back but you just met with their car seats. Looking to Rafe you ask. “Where are Whisper and Clover?” Looking at you he shakes his head.

“They're with Rose since you want to act like they don't exist.” “Rafe please don’t do this for the past six months I have been held up in the house” you breathe in, tears threatening to fall. “Taking care of our girls day in and day out so please don't act like me hanging out with my friends for one night makes me a terrible mother”

Regret flickers across his face as he reaches across the armrest and he takes your face in his hands, expression softening. “I didn't know you felt this lovely, I’m sorry I treated you that way. I was just upset because I thought you didn't want to spend any time with me.”

Moving his hands under your skirt to your thighs you gasp as his fingers barely graze your skin. His touch sends shivers down your spine and Rafe notices this with a smirk on his face. “Have I been neglecting you, baby?” He teases.

Pulling your legs apart, his tongue runs along your inner thighs while your breath starts to get shallow, sending a jolt of electricity through you. “Please Rafe” You gasp as he continues sticking his tongue out it quickly dips into your folds, your head hitting the car window. His tongue moves at a regular pace while you feel your skin getting inflamed with the pleasure that you are receiving from your core.

Moving his head from side to side he groans as he pulls your hips impossibly closer to his face. “C'mon baby give it all to me.” “Ohhh fuck.” you groan, your body trembling with desire, as he pulls his head closer in between your legs your stomach starts to form a knot.

“Please- please don't stop” you begged, Rafe moaning into your pussy as you started to shake with your heels digging into his back. “I’m cumming, fuck!’ Crying out your back is arched as your white spot starts to blur your vision. Waves of pleasure begin to wash over you through your climax.

“Get in my lap lovely” Rafe murmurs. Blinded by the orgasm you just had you let him guide you into his lap, with his pants unzipped and his length hard as you feel it nudge your walls as you place your hand on your shoulders.

Bending his head he latches his mouth to your nipple gripping your hips as the sweet taste of your nectar fills his mouth greedily taking it in as he moves his cock inside of you as you slowly move back and forth on his lap.

Detaching his lips he attaches his mouth to yours and as you inhale the slight sweet taste of your milk you take his tongue in your mouth. His hips match your rhythm with the car moving side to side due to the impact of Rafe's thrust, each one bringing us closer to the edge.

“You are perfectly lovely please make me cum, inside of you let me give you another baby please!” he begs, tightening his hold on your hips. “Give me another daddy cum deep inside of me!” Gasping for breath, you wrap your arms around his neck burying your head in his shoulder. your orgasm splashing between the two of you, as Rafe’s cum fills you up.

With your mind in its dizzy state, Rafe guides you back to your seat buckling your seatbelt and finally pulling out of the chateau.

*Ding* The notification sound draws you to your phone and your face turns red with the message you read as Rafe busts out with laughter after reading the message on your phone.

JJ🦾:”I hope you know WE all saw that…“

[nadvs]

watch and learn (part two)

pairing fratboy! rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

content warning drug and alcohol use

summary it takes one conversation with your college dorm neighbor to know you won’t get along. rafe is loud, rude, and short-tempered. after he overhears you talking about a disappointing fling, he loses his confidence in his sexual abilities and suggests you start hooking up to both improve your skills in the bedroom. you can’t stand him, but it’s too good of an offer to turn down.

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You’re at the library the next morning, enjoying how quiet campus is on a Saturday. You’re trying to focus on a discussion board you need to respond in, but your mind is elsewhere.

You can’t believe you agreed to Rafe’s idea. But you don’t regret it. He may be a jerk through and through, but he’s surprisingly a really good listener in bed.

You’re pretty sure he gave you the best orgasm you’ve ever had with someone. While it was an awkward challenge guiding him, you realized how liberating it was getting exactly what you wanted instead of quietly hoping the guy you were with knew what to do.

Your phone buzzes and lights up with a text. It’s 9:44 am and the notification is from Rafe.

Rafe: if you ever want practice sucking dick let me know

You flush and instinctually look around to make sure nobody in the barren library can see your screen. You reply: good morning to you too.

You take a second and send another message. The thought of going down on him rouses you. And, of course, the feedback will be helpful.

You: might take you up on that

Rafe: might?

You: might :)

Rafe is lying in bed, nursing a minor hangover. When he thinks about what happened on the other side of the wall in your room last night, he gets turned on all over again.

Feeling you cum around his fingers was fucking amazing. Knowing he did that to you, made you shake like that, was like an achievement. And he wants to keep doing it.

He texts you: we’re having a party on the beach today. bring friends

Rafe’s brand new to the frat, but he has already learned how important it is to invite as many people as he can to events. And if he’s being honest, he really wants to see you again.

You: only if you dont hit on them. i cant subject them to that

He feels his lips quirk up in a smile. When you don’t have a stick up your ass, you’re actually kind of entertaining.

Rafe: wtf why

You: you’re a fuckboy

Rafe: nahh you said i was amazing

You: i said the sex was amazing. and thats only because i told you what to do

Rafe: you can’t take all the credit

You: watch me

Rafe: you’re annoying

You: YOU’RE annoying

You: send me the address and time for the party

He quickly sends you the details.

This is the best idea he’s ever had. No strings attached sex with a hot girl who has zero interest in a relationship and can be brutally honest with him. He gets to fuck and improve his skills. It’s a dream.

Later that afternoon, Rafe watches the setting sun as he hangs out with a couple of his frat brothers in the sand. The party’s slowly starting to fill up, conversations growing in volume over the sound of the waves crashing on the shore.

“We don’t host a lot of parties here,” Blake continues to explain to Rafe.

Blake’s a sophomore legacy and Rafe has slowly realized that he sort of looks up to him. He’s involved in the frat and seems to know everybody.

“It’s ‘cause it’s impossible to get people to pay cover, so we don’t even ask for it,” Blake says.

“No door to do it at,” Sam, another sophomore adds with a laugh. Blake looks back and shakes his head.

“Fun police is here,” he hollers. Rafe turns to see pacing towards the keg next to the same girl he saw you with last night.

His pulse quickens as he takes you in. Your shorts are barely covering anything. Damn.

You glare at Blake as you pick up a red solo cup.

“Kidding,” Blake says. “We were kinda being assholes the other night, weren’t we?”

Your lips twist into a small smile. Rafe isn’t sure why, but he doesn’t like you looking at Blake like that.

He didn’t mention to anyone that you two hooked up last night. No particular reason - it just didn’t come up. But clearly, he’ll have to fill the guys in later. They need to know you’re off limits.

“Thanks for admitting it,” you say, filling up your cup. “Why can’t you be my neighbor?”

You look over at Rafe, whose jaw is clenched. Him and that temper. Admittedly, you’re already kind of sexually frustrated over how good he looks in his tank top, his big biceps exposed.

“Life’s unfair,” Blake replies with a bigger grin. You return it. It makes Rafe’s blood run hot.

“I guess it is,” you say as your friend finishes filling up her cup.

You walk away and Rafe realizes he didn’t exchange a single word with you. The second you’re out of earshot, he leans towards his buddies.

“I’m hooking up with her,” he tells them.

“Your neighbor?” Sam laughs. “Cap. That chick hates you.”

Rafe almost tells him not to call you a chick because of your advice last night. Wow. He really is learning from you.

“Didn’t hate me last night.” He takes a sip of his beer.

“Wait, for real?” Blake asks.

“Yeah.” Rafe loves the confidence high he’s riding right now.

“How was it?” Blake asks.

Rafe decides to lie. Painting it as a boring experience will make his buddies lose any interest they might have in you.

“Fine,” he says casually. Yeah, right. It was incredible.

Rafe watches Blake turn, surely to check you out.

“She’s cute,” Blake mumbles.

“Bro code, man,” Sam says, slapping his friend’s chest. Rafe is kind of relieved he said that.

“Shit, my bad,” Blake says with a chuckle, looking at Rafe. “You like her?”

“Oh - no,” Rafe laughs. “No.”

“Then you wouldn’t mind if I talked to her, right?” Blake says it as more of a statement than a question.

Rafe realizes he shouldn’t care. This whole arrangement is so both of you can get better at sex with other people. He doesn’t know what got into him thinking you owed him loyalty. His impulse to be possessive serves no purpose here.

“Go for it,” Rafe says.

Dusk falls as you stand in a crowd with Liv, your feet sunken into the sand as you drink and chat.

You told her about your arrangement with Rafe and were surprised to hear how jealous she was, mentioning how rare it is to find a guy who cares about giving his girl an orgasm.

You had to clarify to her it’s because Rafe’s ego needs all the stroking it can get, especially in the bedroom. And that you are not his girl.

You know it’s a crazy situation to be in with someone, but it’s worth it. You’ll learn what you can from him, and he’ll do the same with you, and then you’ll use what you picked up with people you actually like.

As the night goes on, the crowd gets bigger and closer together. It’s dark at this point, the moon covered with clouds.

Rafe’s been looking at you all night, at your bare legs, thinking about how he had his mouth between them last night.

You feel your phone buzz in your back pocket. When you pull it out, you see a text from Rafe: you ever fucked in a car? or are you too scared lol

You look up to meet his gaze from eight feet away at most, shaking your head in incredulity as he smirks at you.

The abruptness of his message, the promise of doing something so outside your comfort zone, is thrilling. But still, you just have to mess with him.

You reply: too scared :( no thanks

You laugh at the way Rafe’s face contorts at his phone. He looks up at you.

You text again: jk let’s go

He flashes his middle finger to you and you return the gesture. He then cocks his head behind him to signal you to follow.

“Tip for you,” you say when you approach him, walking away from the crowd together. “Don’t flip off a girl you’re trying to fuck.”

“Is that not good foreplay?” Rafe asks with a smirk.

“Aw, did I teach you that word?” you say.

“I knew it before.”

“Sure,” you say. “Just like you knew that girls fake it.”

“You’re annoying,” he groans, amusement in his tone.

“You’re annoying” you say, echoing your text conversation from earlier. You playfully shove his shoulder. He hardly budges.

You approach the parking lot and Rafe pulls out keys to remotely unlock his car.

“Get in,” he says, stopping in front of a large black SUV and opening the right backseat door. You notice the luxury brand immediately.

“This is your car?”

“Got a motorcycle, too,” he replies smugly.

“It makes so much sense now.”

“What?”

“You’re rich,” you realize. Rafe shrugs in such a pompous way.

“And?”

“That’s why you’re so…” you begin. What’s the right word? Entitled? Arrogant? Shameless? “You.”

Rafe scoffs at you, unsure of how to take the comment and unsure if he should even care as you settle in his car. He ambles in behind you, settling on the leather seat and shutting the door.

You don’t feel shy to initiate like you did last night. You straddle him, immediately locking lips, feeling him freeze in what you think is surprise before his hands drag over your hips.

Rafe really wants to grab your ass but he remembers you telling him he shouldn’t jump right to groping.

He tastes like beer and he smells like cologne as you deepen the kiss, weaving your lips together. He dips his tongue into your mouth and your noses nudge together, wet lips smacking in his dark, quiet car.

He shuffles under you, the leather squeaking, allowing you to feel his hard-on between your legs, his hands finally wandering over your ass and gripping hard. Lust burns in your stomach.

Your mind drifts back to what he texted you this morning. You’ve been thinking about it all day. You sit back, unable to see much of Rafe in the darkness, but enough to see that his eyes are half-closed, drunk off the feeling.

“I wanna practice…” you say, stroking him over his shorts. “You know.”

“Say it,” Rafe coaches, his dimples caving into his cheeks. You roll your eyes. Right. This is why you’re doing this. To stop being so reserved.

“Sucking dick,” you finally say. Hearing and watching you as your words spill out of your mouth makes his skin prickle with excitement.

“My turn to teach you, huh?” Rafe’s voice is deep and husky, dripping with desire. You nod, your bottom lip trapped beneath your teeth as you continue to stroke him.

“Should I keep doing this?” you ask, palming him.

“You got it, baby,” he rasps lazily. “Touch it before you put it in your mouth.”

“Fuck,” you half-chuckle. Rafe smirks. He knows you love his dirty talk.

“You can talk, too,” he encourages. “Try it.”

You twist your lips in apprehension, but push yourself past your comfort zone.

“I’ve been thinking about doing this all day,” you admit, goosebumps blooming across your skin. “About how your cock is gonna feel down my throat.”

“Goddamn,” he groans, his hands gripping your ass tighter. How’d he get so lucky to be here right now? “That’s good.”

“Yeah?” you whisper, gratified. You unbutton his shorts and pull down his zipper.

“You liked the way it felt inside you last night, didn’t you?” he asks. He shifts to give you the space to pull down his shorts and boxers.

You watch him shut his eyes in pleasure as you wrap your bare hand around him, no fabric in the way anymore.

“I loved it,” you whisper, giving into the impulse to kiss him again. When your thumb rubs over the bead of warm precum on the head of his cock, he bites your bottom lip.

You move to position your head at his groin, your knees on the carpeted floor of his car. You lean forward, slowly putting your lips around the tip, feeling just how wet your panties are when you taste him.

“Shit,” he shudders. You slightly raise your head to dribble spit onto his thick cock, bringing your hand up to rub the moisture over his length.

“Sit up,” Rafe says. “I wanna watch you spit on it again.”

You straighten and the sight of your line of saliva dropping from your mouth to his dick makes Rafe feel like he might go crazy.

His cock is slick now, your hand sliding up and down it easily.

“Should I use both hands?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he huffs. You nod, both your palms rubbing over his girth, cupping and twisting.

He’s about to tell you to start using your mouth, but you drop a hand, leaving the other at his base, and take him in.

Your hot, wet mouth feels unbelievable. You start to suck and slide over him nicely, leaning up and down.

“Squeeze harder,” he instructs, and you nod with his cock still in your mouth, your hold stiffening at his base. You’d assume gripping this tight would hurt, but this is why you’re doing this with him. To learn.

You take a little more of him with every dip of your head, lips locked as spit dribbles down your chin. The sound of your slurping is fucking amazing to him. Your tongue twists and curls as you move.

“Keep using your tongue like that,” Rafe says to you, his words whispered and rushed. “And take as much of my cock as you can. Try to take all of it.”

You nod again, pushing down, gagging but reaching all of him, your nose touching his toned stomach.

“Fuck, yes,” he moans. “Good fucking girl.”

The praise makes you stir with enticement as you pull back, then take all of his length again, flicking your tongue.

“Just like that,” Rafe grunts, his voice hoarse. “Look at me.”

You meet his eyes in the shadowed car, his chest heaving. Rafe might just lose his mind at the way you look with your mouth stuffed with his cock. He reminds himself this is supposed to be instructional.

“Guys love this shit, okay?” he says. “When you look up like that.”

You pull back, making him watch his cock slowly get uncovered as you pop off of him.

“Is it wet enough?” you ask.

“Yeah, baby, you’re doing a good job,” he replies. You nod and sink onto him again, starting to move faster, moving your hand in sync with your mouth.

“Hold my balls,” he tells you. “Not too tight.”

You obey, cupping the soft flesh with one hand while the other remains wrapped around his cock. You squeeze gently, massaging his balls and earning a deep groan from him.

Wow. You really are learning a lot from him.

Rafe feels his stomach tighten. He’s close.

“You gonna swallow?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you say, muffled and vibrating over his cock. You never have before, but you really want to impress Rafe and do this right.

He starts to shake, his voice reduced to a whimper. You feel him get even harder, then shudder.

His hot cum hits the back of your throat in one hard splash, trailed by short spurts. He moans his way through his orgasm, his load heavy.

You take it all, making him smile as he looks down at you, panting.

“That was… fuck…” Rafe huffs, titling his head back, his jawline sharp.

It’s pretty gratifying seeing such a big, loud, arrogant man reduced to this tired, heaving mess. He rakes a hand through his hair as you shift to sit next to him.

“A-plus?” you ask. You’re expecting him to tease you but he nods.

“Fuck yeah,” he laughs. “Give me a few minutes. I want you to show me how to make you cum on my dick.”

Nerves suddenly bubble in your stomach. Even after what you just did, the thought of fucking him in here makes you feel on edge.

“Let’s do that another night,” you say, adjusting your top.

“What? Why?” he asks. He looks at you, lips still parted as he breathes heavily.

“We could get caught.”

“The windows are tinted,” Rafe tells you. “Nobody knows we’re even in here.”

You look away, which by now, he has learned means you’re embarrassed.

“Holy shit, why do you get so nervous all of a sudden?” he laughs. “Do you feel bad for liking sex or something?”

You swallow hard. You never thought about it but... maybe he’s right. There always is a little bit of shame attached to every hook-up you have.

He called you out on your lack of confidence last night. Here he is, doing it again.

Rafe doesn’t understand how a girl can be so sure of herself one minute, then ashamed the next.

“Relax,” he says. “Don’t think. Just answer, understand?”

“Okay,” you say.

“Do you want to fuck?”

You nod.

“Say it.”

“Yeah, I do,” you relent.

“Then take your clothes off.”

(part three)

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[doeidawn]

doeidawn's kinkmas day eleven ❆ mistletoe

KINKMAS 2024 | PREVIOUS DAY

a misinterpretation has könig a little overzealous with the mistletoe. 1.5k

❆ pairing: könig x fem!reader

❆ tags: MDNI/18+; google translate german—author apologizes in advance; fingering; piv sex; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it); slight breeding kink; creampie

❆ note: this is entirely based around the tradition of hanging up mistletoe to promote fertility that is supposedly practiced in some European countries. i am absurdly american and have no idea if any of it is true, but let's just pretend for the sake of this scenario

Hanging a small tuft of mistletoe above your bedroom door might’ve been a little cheesy, but any excuse you had to be cheesy with your boyfriend, you were gonna take. It was just something fun to do for the holidays. He rarely had time to spend with you, so you were determined to make the most out of the few days you had him to yourself. 

The only problem seemed to be that he was incapable of noticing it. It had been hours since you scrambled on a chair and taped it securely on the doorframe, and he still hadn’t made any comment on it. It was kinda surprising that such a tall guy couldn’t look an inch above him to see the plant. Perhaps it’s because he was so preoccupied with you that he didn’t bother looking anywhere you weren’t at.

So, when he was in the doorway on his way back into the room, you call out for him to stay. A confused, almost worried, look on his face and you scramble over to him. You press yourself against him and point up to the edge of the doorframe.

“Mistletoe,” you say simply. “You know what that means.”

The insinuation hangs heavy in the air. König just stares at you for a moment, and you feel like you can see the gear turning in his head. You wonder if maybe the tradition is lost on him, a cultural difference that he never practiced. But before you can follow that line of thought, his strong arms are wrapping around your body and lifting you off the ground. He carries you over to the bed in a hurried frenzy, like he’s afraid you’ll rescind the offer. 

He’s on top of you before you can even process your back hitting the mattress. He’s smothering you in hurried kisses, sticking his tongue down your throat and swallowing your squeaks. You can’t get a word in edgewise, not with his mouth attacking yours. It’s not until he starts to trail his kisses down your neck that you feel like you can breathe again.

“You don’t need a silly plant as an excuse,” he mutters against your collarbone. “I’ll give you this whenever you want it, Engel.”

You brace your hands on his shoulders as he starts to tug at your clothing, stripping you of your garments until you’re bare below the waist. You’re too stunned to come up with a response quite yet, wondering why mistletoe sparked such need within him. But you weren’t complaining, especially when his fingers start to run over the inside of your thigh as he guides your legs apart. 

König mutters something softly to himself in German before two of those thick fingers run over your cunt to spread you open. You watch him lean in and spit onto your sensitive flesh before gliding his digits through the liquid to spread it around. The stretch as he breeches your entrance makes you keen, nails digging into his arm as you gasp for air. Your slick walls hug his intruding digits, squelching lewdly as he slowly pumps them in and out. 

“There we are, just relax for me.” The softness in his voice coaxes you to arch into his touch. His lips brush over the curve of your neck, pressing gentle kisses along the sensitive skin. 

This wasn’t exactly what you expected when you decided to hand up mistletoe above your door, but you certainly weren’t going to stop it. His thick fingers filled you up deliciously, pumping deep enough to hit something deep inside that makes your toes curl. His tongue and teeth run over your neck, up to your jaw, overwhelming you in the feel of him. His large frame caged you against the mattress, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

He knew how to draw out every bit of pleasure from you, knew exactly where to hit and how hard to press. When he curled his fingers the right way, he knew that you would arch into him and run your nails down his back. It was as addicting for him as it was for you.

“So beautiful,” he mindlessly rumbles. “So pretty underneath me, schatz.” His praise makes you clench around his fingers, earning a groan from deep in his chest. “Scheiße, I can’t wait any longer…”

You whimper at the loss when he slides his fingers out of you. You hadn’t even realized how close you were until the persistent pressure deep inside was taken away. But seeing König impatiently fish his cock out, his face flushed with desire and determination, made the momentary emptiness worth it. He’s scrambling to find the lube in the nightstand, but gathers enough restraint to ensure both of you are slicked up enough before trying to push in.

No matter how many times he did it, that initial stretch was always a lot to handle. It almost didn’t matter how much he prepped you; he was so thick, it was hard to loosen up enough to take him easily. But that meant the sound that left his mouth was always so deliciously pathetic—a cross between a whimper and a groan as your slick walls hugged his cock.

You could tell how much restraint it was taking him to keep his pace slow at first. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, let alone chance hurting you. He knew it was a tight fit that took more out of you than him, but he’d make up for it by running circles over your clit with the pad of his thumb.

“So fucking good…you’re so damn tight, Engel.” His breath hits your lips as he leans over you. “So perfect for me. Can’t wait to fill you up.”

It wasn’t something out of the ordinary when it came to his sex talk, but something about it felt dirtier this time. Your hips jerk into his hand, sliding his cock deeper inside your stretched-out cunt. The initial burn dulls into something much more pleasurable that makes you tighten around him. He can tell, when your strained whimpers turn to soft moans, that he can give you what you need.

König’s free hand pushes a knee to your chest, opening you wider for both of your sakes. His cock hits deeper this way, kissing your cervix on each deep thrust, forcing the air out of your lungs every time. 

“You should have told me you wanted this sooner.” The words come out in huffs, growled from deep in his chest. “Don’t need the mistletoe to make sure it takes.”

What the mistletoe had to do with that, you weren’t exactly sure. But you did know that hearing him talk about filling you made your hips cunt throb with need. Growing just as desperate as he was, you were practically whining as your nails dig into his skin just to make sure he stays close. Your cunt flutters around him, tightening with each drive of his hips and tight circle of his thumb.

“That’s what you want, yeah? Want me to fill you, Engel?” The soft “mm-hmm” that vibrates in your chest is all the confidence he needs to turn his movements rougher, pounding into you with a force that makes your eyes roll back. “Gutes Mädchen…I know you want it.”

His hips snap against yours in hard, deep thrusts that feel like they could bruise your cervix. Your thighs start to tense, shaking under his iron grip, nonsensical noise spilling from your lips. Pleas and encouragement and soft whispers of his name—anything to make him keep up that pace. And with just a few more drives of his thick cock, your cunt was clamping around him, coating him in your slick cum. The tight pulses spur on his own release, following quickly behind while he tries to fuck you through the high.

Every twitch of his cock drags against your sensitive walls as he spills. König rocks his hips in shallow thrusts, buried inside you as deep as he could possibly fit, moaning into your mouth between sloppy kisses. It’s not until his hips still that he pulls his lips off of yours for the chance to catch his breath properly.

You look up at him still hovering over your body, watching him move his hand off of your thigh to let it fall against the mattress. “Where…where did all that come from?”

“The mistletoe,” he says matter-of-factly like it’s the obvious answer. “You hung it up, why are you surprised?”

“Well, I mean…that was a little more intense than just a kiss.”

“Of course it was. That is the point, yes?”

Your brows furrow at that. “No? I mean, not saying I didn’t like it—I liked it a lot. But you’re just supposed to kiss someone under mistletoe.”

You swear you can see the thoughts running a mile a minute behind his eyes. “Oh…” He looks down at you, at the spot where the two of you meet. “Well, just a slight misunderstanding, then.”

You arch your back, pushing your hips against his just to feel his cock shift inside you. Both of you groan at the feeling against your sensitive bodies. “At least it was a fun misunderstanding.” You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down until his lips meet yours again.“Yeah,” he sighs between your kisses. “Very fun.”

[fawnnlvr]

hear me out... spencer reid x fluttershy!reader.

i cannot lie, i have never watched mlp a day in my life but i have been seeing all these clips of her on tiktok either being the sweetest, most shyest, cutie pie in the world... or loosing her damn mind and i am loving it. also my mlp obsessed friend compared me to fluttershy and i love that because i love pink so i searched who fluttershy was and i think she is telling me i am a bit dramatic. (wait im also asian too who is about to due her hair light pink... is my friend trying to say something lol?!)

okay so you join the bau and you are timid and quiet but girly pop specializes in field work and communications so you get accepted into the bau. you can barely meet anyone in the eye and often stay close to yourself but since you and spencer are closer in age, spencer felt the sort of need to bring you out of your shell. since spencer is a professional yapper, you grew a bit comfortable as you simply listen to his rants. spencer also encourages you to share your ideas and reinforces the notion that your ideas and ways of thinking are valuable.

then the iconic crashouts. you grew comfortable with the team but are your same still shy and quiet self, especially when you are forced to meet new people for a case. hotch hopelessly assigns you more field work to talk to the families since people tend to open up more to an unsuspecting and non-threatening presence such as yourself. but when someone is shy, they csn be taken advantage of and being the sort of butt of the stick of anger.

hotch and the team defend you when those stuff happen but then here comes the crashouts. bad day on top of bad day and you simply just HAVE to loose your mind. incompetent police force who call for help yet don't want to accept it, media coverage who only propel more murders, and witnesses who don't want to cooperate with the fbi even though you guys are trying your hardest.

the crashout finally occurs when you go off on a mean police officer who was making fun of spencer for being such a nerd and that police offer has been making sly comments the entire time yall were there. "OFFICER! (APPLEJACK!). can you please listen to me!" all eyes on you and spencer shut his mouth as well. that was your first little crashout which resulted in hotch pulling you aside but during your time with the team, you had many more to come, especially when people want to step on you and twst your patience.

due to unresolved anger that transpired from pent up rage, hotch often tells you to let out your emotions more so they won't burst– he also assigned you more field work with morgan and it turns out, you really do specialize in that field as tackling bad guys became your favorite way to let out anger from being such an angel and sweetheart all the time. spencer and the others quickly learned never to cross you. (ew i feel so cringe writing this but i love fluttershy and i love supporting my unsuspecting baddies. sorry guys)

but like imagine, spencer falls in love with your kindness and sweetness and timidness. also the fact that you respect his boundaries and you listen to him. (lord i am so freaking lonely. what am i doing with my life) anyways. :P

i will write smth about this. like a proper series or oneshot so who's in (σ≧▽≦)σ.

[lovebyhyun]

bad idea, right?

genre : idek what to call this, a blurb? ex!chan x gn!reader, inspired by olivia rodrigo’s “bad idea, right?”

synopsis : you were supposed to forget about you ex a while ago, but somehow life is more fun if you both have a secret to keep.

warnings : mentions of vomiting, very very slightly suggestive

a/n : i love olivia rodrigo so much i just had to do this, also i wrote this while watching jurassic park so excuse any typos lmao

masterlist

It all started when Chan was supposed to give you back the things that you left at his apartment before you two broke up. Some clothes, a phone charger, even a toothbrush. You practically lived there so it was big box of things. He couldn’t just leave it under your door for you to handle it yourself. No, he wasn’t that evil.

He had to carry it inside himself, and since he was already there, you welcomed him inside, it would just be rude not to serve him a cup of coffee. So you did.

It went downhill from that point. You wake up, your cheek glued to his bare chest, and as your body starts to wake up, you feel how badly tangled the limbs of you two are. It was not supposed to be like this. You get up from your bed, and you hear Chan groan.

“Stay, please” Chan mutters, still half asleep. “Just this one last time”

And oh my god. Those puppy eyes he gives you everytime he wants something, you just can’t resist but give in. Just this one last time.

The party is in full-swing, as always. Your friends always throw the best parties and you always end up blackout drunk, but not tonight.

Sitting in the bathroom, rubbing your friend’s back as she’s throwing up terribly, you hear a faint ding from your phone. You immediately know who is texting you, because who else could it be, trying to reach you at 3.30 in the morning?

Naturally, you abandon your friend who’s now passed out in the bathroom. She won’t remember it anyway. You start gathering your belongings to leave the party, when suddenly your colleague stops you.

“Hey y/n, where are you going? I thought you always stayed till the end of the party?” He says while almost tripping over another passed out party animal on the floor.

“Not this time. I’m pretty tired, I’m gonna go home and get some rest. Sorry.” You say with a smile. Technically, you didn’t lie. You were going home and you were going to get some rest. Nobody said anything about who’s home you’re going to.

You leave right away before he starts being nosy like he always is.

Another ding.

“are you on ur way already?” the text says, and you can practically feel how impatient he was getting, which was quite unusual for him.

You quickly answer with a simple thumbs up emoji, and you start walking towards his apartment. It’s not that far away, so you might as well clear your head a bit while you’re on your way there.

As you continue to contemplate about if you actually should keep seeing Chan in secret, you feel a little raindrop on your forehead. The another one. Then another one. And before you know it, you’re drenched in rain water, leaving you shaking from the cold and in clothes so wet that you could squeeze water out of them

Public transport it is.

Once you get to the nearest bus stop, you sit down and finally have a moment to breathe. You pull out your phone and write a quick message to your ex, so he doesn’t worry about you

“sorry, got caught in the rain, it might take me a while to get to yours :(“

Perfect. Now you wait for the bus to arrive, get off at your stop, take the elevator to the top floor and you can rest in the arms you knew oh so well.

Despite the 13 minute delay, the bus arrives and you get in. It’s empty of course, I mean, who the fuck is out at 4 am on a random friday. You, turns out.

First stop, second stop, third… Fuck. You missed your stop. Seems like the universe really doesn’t want you seeing Chan.

“Whatever.” You think to yourself, as you start feeling how much your drenched clothes are actually sticking and clinging to your skin. Disgusting.

You get off at the next stop, surprisingly not that far away from Chan’s apartment. As you stand at the entrance to the building, you take a shaky breath in. This moment is always so exhaustingly nerve-wracking and for what reason? Well, you never quite know what to expect from these visits. Is he going to tell you that you’re the live of his live and that you need to get back together, is he going to fuck you until you think he’s the only man in the multiverse, or is he going to tell you that you two need to seriously stop with whatever the hell was happening between you?

You step out the elevator and walk towards the door of your beloved apartment. The one you knew so well, the one that you spent so much nights in, more than you can count.

Before you can even lift your hand up to knock, the door opens. A sleepy Chan appears in front of you, and all of a sudden, it feels like all of your worries and doubts have been physically removed from that little head of yours.

“Hey. Took you long enough.” he says as he smiles widely at the sight of you in your soaked clothes. “Come on, let’s get you changed. You’re gonna catch a cold.”

You wake up to the sound of your phone buzzing like the world is on fire.

“Where the fuck are you? Why did you leave me when I was in the middle of throwing up?”

Fuck. She did remember.

“Oh, um- I’m sorry I just went to- to uhhh-…”

“Who are you talking to baby?” Chan says in a sleepy voice. He must’ve woken up too.

“Y/n are you fucking kidding me? Is that Chan that I’m hearing? I swear to god if you-“

You hung up. You choose peace for now. You’re going to deal with that mess of your friend later. You have better things to do now. You think to yourself as you roll over to admire the boy beside you. The sight of his body laying so gracefully on the bed where you shared your most intimate moments together, it truly made you feel things.

Chan made you feel things.

So, no matter how many times you try to tell yourself that you guys are done, you know you’ll always trip and fall into his bed.

He’s going to get you back every single time.

[cylove]

propaganda i am never falling for: the raijinshuu is just a fanclub for laxus

i never ever want to hear people talk about the raijinshuu as though theyre his cheerleaders/worshippers because that's not true! theyre his friends forever and always and im about to talk about it ad nauseam. its honestly going to sound pretty aggressive but idc its so annoying that after a decade theyre still interpreted this way!! also very ramble-y again

debut arc ie battle of fairy tail

first and foremost, its the best way to view them and they were taken seriously. to put it plainly, the raijinshuu were created for laxus. theyre his team and his accomplices to his crimes! laxus at the beginning of the series is nothing short of selfish, arrogant, and rude. these are traits that not a lot of people want to hang around with for good reason! but yet he has 3 people who would hurt their own guild mates for him? even so far as to kill? like in evergreens case SHE lives with many of the girls that were in the Miss Fairy Tail Contest! erza, levy, cana, and bisca all live in fairy hills along with evergreen. she's dedicated to laxus and his cause and was willing to murder women who she slept right next door to!!! (under the assumption she lived there pre-BOFT, if not its still crazy considering theyve known these people since they were teens)

what must you do to garner that sort of support? that mere idea alone should be indication of a deep bond. and it's not manipulation or any threats made by laxus! its not mean to say this because mashima says this too. laxus is not a genius (his intelligence is a 3 from the GMG stats, so average), hes not a master manipulator who tricks them into following his lead. he also never threatens them, its very obvious from the get go that they agree with his idea! because theyre bad people too! so if YOURE an asshole and IM an asshole, then hey! were like 4 peas in a pod! theyre similar to laxus, they seek power, fame, and recognition for their skills (also fun!.. by beating people up). it makes sense laxus would be drawn to them. if they didnt have traits he liked in the beginning, he wouldve never given them the time of day because hes a dick who pushes people away

read more to see me yell about them for 5 miles

laxus is very socially awkward and never got close to the other members of fairy tail. in flashbacks, hes always on the outskirts of social events. laxus was raised in fairy tail, every one else were orphans who came in like as 10yos or something. laxus was alone in terms of children his age since birth until the raijinshuu came around. like obviously he'll end up anti-social, he's surrounded by kids 5 years younger than him or adults (they literally never show kids going to school, maybe laxus did but they definitely didnt stick around!) by ages alone they have a better chance of getting along with him

and they have time!!! so so much time to get close to one another. lisanna referring to them as the raijinshuu at first sight and them welcoming her with familiarity confirms their formation BEFORE her death which is in X782. BOFT is in X784. thats AT LEAST 2 years to get buddy-buddy with each other!! and whats more is that its mage work. not some office job. you can work a job and not know the name of the person right next to you but not in this profession!!! literally you eat, sleep, and fight side by side!! you cant expect laxus to be around them for that long WILLINGLY and think he doesnt form a genuine connection with all of them!! idc if it takes months, he comes around! he couldve broken it off any time he wants, i know he saw strength in them but laxus is so moody he wouldve said fuck it and got rid of them anyways. but he doesnt!!! because he likes them!!

and hey lets just say maybe they barely hung out besides doing jobs Pre-BOFT, i'd say fair! laxus was pretty bad back then, but post-BOFT, they'd become close no matter what. they continue working together and with everyone's more mellowed out personalities, then it all leads back to them to being friends!! stronger than ever too. laxus getting touched by their love and vise versa is inevitable

thats a big thing to note too! he likes them because theyre strong, he doesnt pass that around lightly. he says this about s-class mages of course but he thought the same of them as well! i have touched on in another analysis about his comment on ever v erza. but to reiterate he thought ever could take on erza and is incredibly angry his expectations were not met!! he doesnt even think "maybe she was weak from the very beginning" No!! he thinks its a fall from grace!!! that says so much about him and the respect he has towards her! he glazes them too its a two way street!

idolization allegations

sigh its true in the sense that mashima didnt care about them as much since their initial arc and made jokes creating this narrative and some people just took it and ran. but if you really think about it, theres no way they do. remember that they work together? so they spend numerous days with him and see him act like a regular person.. they met him as a teen boy like ofc the spell breaks the first day. laxus is strong but cmonnnn the image fades fast. theyre teens too, you dont think they find him like nightmarishly annoying some days. they cant be blind fanboys/girl because that would require some parasocial relationship but how does one have that if the person you are a fan of in question is telling you he forgot his sleeping bag when he was packing....? like 2+ years is a long time to get to know a guy

fans are annoying in the sense that THEY DONT KNOW YOU!! but they know laxus!!! the problem is how mashima presents them and ugghhhh i get where people get it from but if you take literally 2 seconds to think about the logistics, its all for show. like pls guys just trust me on this. they've went bar hoping, they've gone to festivals, they throw each other birthday parties, it was never a casual work relationship (disregard this part, im getting into hc territory)

but genuinely if not the raijinshuu, then who else? dont bring up fairy tail team b becaus then why doesnt he want to go on jobs with them (the ones who still do)? why arent they the ones he's drawn with in numerous group official arts? so youre saying he goes on jobs for days, weeks, months with his coworkers and OTHER people are his best friends? what???? sure team b can be his friends, but then you have inner circle friends, which in this case is the raijinshuu

it is hard to see laxus reciprocating this love, i understand, but thats just how he is. he's terrible at emotions, its how he ended up nearly blowing up magnolia!! despite all that he can admit to loving people because he does it in canon. the words are right there. you can hear it too in the anime if you want! like you see him hug them so close to himself the second he wakes up from a coma. he was just as worried as them!!! he thinks lowly of himself because he's not doing enough FOR THEM!!

also patrick seitz (laxus va) says verbatim "you 3 are the world to me. i cant keep you safe" like are you kidding me sure dubs can deviate but it just supports the original even more. its so direct, he loves them! he thinks the world of them!

im gonna get atmospheric on your ass because literally this man's breathe is tickling your face as he says he loves you and he needs to do better for YOU!! he's burying his face in their's!! its sooo sweet and it was fast too! he was overcome with emotions that he had to immediately tell them this and physically let them know. its so so important that he initiates too!! hes not usually touchy like this, hes never hugged except here!! (side hug for jellal during GMG wasnt heartfelt, he was being a tease, also it was nothing like this)

these arent your fans!!! theyre your bestfriends who love you UNCONDITIONALLY even at your worst, accepts you once more because of course they will, and you just nearly lost them!! it was never casual nor professional!!!!! its love all the way down

like the pure rage he felt after what wall did could not be compared!! he wasnt even this angry during his fight with raven tail. and we get another hint at how he views himself. hes changed a ton since BOFT, he used to think of himself as an arrogant god but now he admits hes barely worth his friends' lives. i find it a little much and the raijinshuu would probably say something about that, but it really shows that he feels deeply for them too. he wouldnt do this for "worshippers" or part of the "creed of laxus" (gray watch yourself)

also another point, if they really were mindless meatriders, laxus wouldnt even like that. sure old him probably wouldve sucked up all the attention, but since his exile, his ego has been reign in and wouldnt enjoy people blindly praising him up and down. genuinely think about having 3 people have a fan-idol dynamic with you and you work with them for YEARS in life and death scenarios. that is legitimately an insufferable experience, you'd quit! unless you are an ego maniac (which laxus kinda was before) it does not last long!

they dont do these things because its deeper than that. they tease and poke fun at him! its points to the idea that theyre regular people who joke around with one another! like they know him enough that he gets lost easily? i get intense cuteness aggression from them THIS IS WHAT I WANTED it is the tiniest glimpse of their dynamic when theres no over looming threat or serious job and i love it a lot! seriously what would have happened when laxus just got to come back normally and drop off the groceries?

is that not significant too? it was bickslows idea to do more casual things for cash and laxus goes along with it? that would be boring for him no? he loves fighting yet hes willing to hang around at a restaurant? the people he works with must be enjoyable then no? evergreen says the place is lowkey dead so its not even busy. like they just like experiencing life together its not hard to understand. when fairy tail disbanded for a year they all stuck together and worked in blue pegasus of all places. laxus always had the chance to tell them to go away

more teasing :3 im making this thread with strictly canon moments from the manga to make a point, it's more important to focus on moments mashima made canon in the og series. secondary content (anime only scenes, ft game dialogue, their gaiden volume) could be saved for another day

this has been going on for a while so one last thing and its my favorite thing, theyre physically affectionate!

when they glomp laxus its from pure joy that hes back!! BOFT is in october while tenrou island is in december, its only 2 months theyre apart but they missed him so much!!! its a lighthearted jokey tone but is them hugging him not indicative of a friendlier bond? it implies that BEFORE he got exiled he had a relationship with him that made them think it was okay to hug him. if they know him and he didnt like being touched like that, it doesnt matter how much they miss him, they wouldve respected his boundaries and not hug him. but they did! they mustve been affectionate before these events, they just didnt let anyone see it!! but since he's back they couldnt help themselves! freed's nuzzling his face its all very cute

also hes so harmless all he does is say stawwppp, they never push the joke further by making him push their faces away or anything. he says get off but doesnt really do anything beyond get embarrassed

like this moment is even better since its not played off as a joke as much! evergreen still hugs him and this time he doesnt even say anything!! this is still fresh off exile, so its not like their relationship developed in that time to making physical touches okay. no, it was before exile that this development occurred!! when the raijinshuu began opening up to people, it made them more bold to show that side of their relationship. its again really close too! her cheek is right on his arm and shes hugging him close to her chest!!

shes literally about to throw her arms around him if we had a second panel youd see it ugh AND HE WOULDVE LET IT HAPPEN!! not as intimate but bicks has his arm on him too

i think it misses the messaging of fairy tail, which is an anime about love, friendship, and family if laxus lacks that and the raijinshuu are nothing more than cheerleaders who arent actually that close to him. it makes 0 sense realistically, the existence of a couple one off jokes are that, just jokes. in canon laxus has stated he loves them as much as they love him! i find that laxus' main charm points is the idea that despite having difficulties with connecting to people, he still found love! if him being an asshole didnt scare people off, it was how socially clumsy he is! but the raijinshuu didnt care, they liked that about him because it made him, him

it really diminishes his closest platonic bonds and honestly a fundamental misunderstanding of his character to dismiss his friends like this. he'd hate you for saying shit like that!!

TDLR; the raijinshuu are not "a fanclub", "laxus whorshippers/fanatics/idolizers", "a parasocial relationship" or whatever else people want to say about them them! laxus is grown, he has complete autonomy in who he wants to spend most of his time with, in and out of work, and guess who he picks! its freed, evergreen, and bickslow!

CUTE LAXUS AND RAIJINSHUU IMAGE ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[darlingsblackbook]

Right Next Door

Simon Riley x Reader

Summary : Your mysterious neighbour helps you out when a date goes wrong, what happens when you try to befriend him?

Warnings : Creepy guy, Simon Riley, Delusion

°•♡○° Masterlist °•♡•°

The air was biting cold as I climbed the steps to my apartment building, my heart pounding as I tried to maintain a polite smile. The date had been a disappointment from the start, but I’d wanted to see it through, thinking maybe I was just nervous.

Yet, every attempt to cut the night short had fallen on deaf ears, and now he was right behind me, insisting on escorting me all the way for my own 'safety'.

I fumbled with my bag, pretending to search for my keys. “Thanks for the evening,” I said, hoping he’d take the hint and turn around.

“Oh, don’t thank me yet.” He laughed, sidling a little too close, his shoulder brushing mine. “The night doesn’t have to end here, you know. Let’s go to yours for a nightcap.”

I forced a laugh, swallowing down the anxiety building up. “I… don’t think that’s a good idea.”

His face shifted, a flicker of annoyance crossing his expression. “Come on,” he murmured, edging closer, his hand reaching to touch my arm. “We had a nice time. You can’t tell me you didn’t feel it too.”

I forced myself to meet his gaze, my voice firm. “I’m just… not interested in taking things further tonight, maybe another day.”

His smile faltered, frustration creeping into his tone. “What’s the problem? You were all smiles back there. Now you're not interested?"

I tried to step back, but he mirrored my movements, closing the space between us as I reached my door and closing in on me. "You know it's not fair to lead a guy on, right?"

My fingers finally found the keys and I gripped it tightly between my fingers, trying to resist the urge to ram it into his eyeball.

He trespassed the line even further as he leaned in, his gross breath burning against my cheek. "Just one kiss,” he muttered, his hand pressing against the doorframe to cage me in.

Panic flared as I shook my head. “Please, I’d rather you didn’t. I just… don’t feel that way.”

His expression darkened, eyes narrowing as he leaned even closer. “Teasing me all night just to leave me hanging, huh? That’s how you get your fun?”

I felt the words stick in my throat, my pulse racing. His voice grew harsher, thick with frustration as he got angrier. “You think you’re too good for me? That it?”

I barely had a second to process his words when a shadow appeared in the hallway, and I felt a wave of relief and fear as I recognized my neighbor—Simon Riley.

The big guy who had moved here a few months ago, aside of the few times we passed each other in the hallways, I rarely saw him. He was always quiet, I've never heard him talk and not a peep of noise was heared through the walls.

Something about his size and the dark clothing he always wore ( and the usual grumpy expression on his face ) had, for some reason, caught my eye. Maybe it had something to do with all the books I read with the typical older grumpy man and the sweet sunshine girl trope.

That trope was unfortunately a guilty pleasure of mine, having always wanted to feel safe, protected and taken care of by someone. Someone in whose presence I could just turn my brain off without a worry and know I'll be fine

Maybe those desires were born from my feelings of loneliness and my hard time in making friends. Maybe, it was because I wanted someone to love and accept me as I am and see me as me and still fully and wholly love me.

Sometimes, when I would just think and daydream of having such man, I couldn't help the flashes of my neighbours face in my mind. I wanted to actually love and be loved so badly instead of just imagining it, so I had decided to go out for the first time in a very long time, unfortunately I just ended up putting myself in this situation.

But, as I saw Simon standing in the doorway of his flat, right next to mine. His presence as imposing as ever, I was immediately swarmed by images of being wrapped up and safe in those tree trunk arms- ( valid )

His gaze was calm, but the tension radiating off him was anything but. He took a step forward, his voice low and laced with quiet authority that made my brain tingly in all the right ways.

“I think you’ve overstayed your welcome,” he said, voice gruff and cold. “Leave.”

My date turned, his confidence faltering for the first time, though he tried to laugh it off. “And who are you, her guard dog?”

Simon’s jaw clenched, and he took another slow step toward him. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll walk away. Now.”

The guy scoffed, glancing at me as if I would defend him, but I could only stare, feeling my pulse in my throat as Simon’s presence loomed, unyielding and almost terrifying in its intensity.

“Fine,” the man muttered, backing away with a huff. “Good luck with that one. She’s just a tease anyway.” He threw a final look over his shoulder, muttering curses under his breath as he disappeared down the stairwell.

I let out a shaky breath, the tension in my body finally loosening. My eyes met Simon’s, and for a moment, I was acutely aware of how close he still stood, the quiet strength and warmth radiating off him.

“Thank you,” I murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

Simon’s gaze flicked over me, taking in my tense posture, the unsteady breaths. “Get inside,” he said softly, his tone softer but still firm. He didn’t move, just kept watching, waiting until I stepped back into my flat.

I wanted to say more—to thank him properly, to explain—but my voice failed me. I just nodded, stepping back into my apartment as he remained outside, a silent sentinel. As I closed the door behind me, I felt the echo of his presence linger, leaving me wondering who Simon Riley really was behind the walls he kept so carefully constructed.

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I leaned against my door, heart still racing from the confrontation with my date. What just happened?

I pressed my palms to my cheeks, feeling the heat rising in them, embarrassment crashing over me in waves. I wanted to scream at myself for letting things get so out of hand.

Why hadn’t I been firmer?

My date’s cruel words echoed in my mind. “Teasing me all night…” Had I really been that confusing?

I knew I had always had a hard time speaking to people, but I did not think I had been teasing or anything alike at all. In fact, I was pretty sure I was keeping my distance the whole night.

I sank down to the floor, knees pulled to my chest, wishing I could disappear. It wasn’t the first time I had been made to feel this way, but it hurt more than usual. I hated that I had let him walk me to my door, thinking it would be harmless, but now, all I felt was a sense of violation mixed with anger.

But as I replayed the events of the night, my thoughts drifted to Simon. The way he had stepped in, fierce and unwavering, how his presence had made me feel safer. His intense gaze, the way he commanded attention without even trying, sent a flutter through my chest. Why did he even care?

In the days that followed, I found myself stealing glances at Simon whenever I heard him in the hallway or caught sight of him through the window. He always seemed so focused, moving with purpose and intensity that made my heart race. He was intimidating but also…protective. I couldn’t help but admire the way he carried himself, confident and strong, making it hard to believe he even lived next door to me.

I found myself thinking about him more than I wanted to admit. What was it about him? There was something in the way he furrowed his brow when he was deep in thought, or how his lips curled slightly when he was amused, that made my heart skip a beat.

I’d catch myself daydreaming about what it would be like to get to know him, to see the softer side that lay beneath his tough exterior.

But would he even be interested in someone like me?

One evening, as I sat at my kitchen table, the smell of cookies wafting through the air, I decided I needed to make a move. Maybe a little gesture would help break the ice. I figured I’d bring him a treat and see how he responded. I hesitated, biting my lip as I gathered my courage, reminding myself that it was just cookies, not a marriage proposal.

After baking, I carefully placed the cookies in a small tin and knocked on his door, my heart pounding. I waited, second-guessing myself. What if he thought I was a silly little girl for doing this?

When the door opened, Simon stood there, dressed in his usual casual attire, the warmth of the lights behind him casting shadows across his face. “Yeah?” he asked, his deep voice grounding me despite the chaos in my head.

“Um, I made some cookies,” I stammered, holding out the tin. “I thought you might like some.”

He glanced at the tin, then back to me, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. “You didn’t have to do that,” he said, though he accepted it without hesitation. The briefest smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and for a moment, I felt a flutter of hope.

“I just wanted to thank you for helping me the other night,” I added quickly, my cheeks warming under his gaze. “You really saved me.”

He nodded, but the moment felt fleeting, like catching smoke in my hands. “No problem,” he said, his voice steady. “Just doing what I had to.”

And just like that, he closed the door, leaving me standing in the hallway, heart racing, filled with a mixture of elation and disappointment.

Was that all?

I turned to leave, feeling a knot of longing tightening in my chest. I wanted more than just a quick exchange; I wanted to be seen by him.

In the following days, I couldn’t help but keep an eye out for him. Each time I spotted Simon in the hallway, my heart raced, a blend of hope and anxiety filling me. I’d muster the courage to say something, anything, to bridge the gap between us.

“Hey, Simon,” I’d manage, my voice barely above a whisper as I tried to catch his eye. He’d glance my way, a quick nod, but his focus would shift immediately, and I’d feel that familiar pang of rejection in my chest.

Days turned into weeks, and I found myself trying harder to initiate conversations. I would catch him on his way to the gym or returning from work. Each time, I’d greet him, my heart pounding, and every time, he’d respond with a grunt or a nod. I wanted to learn more about him, to break through the walls he had built around himself, but he always seemed to have somewhere to be.

One afternoon, I spotted him in the hallway, leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone. My pulse quickened, and I took a deep breath. “Hey, Simon! How was your day?” I asked, attempting to sound casual.

He looked up, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before he replied, “Fine.” He didn’t elaborate, and I felt a heaviness settle in my stomach.

“Just…fine?” I pressed, hoping to elicit more. “Did you have a busy week?”

He sighed, shoving his phone into his pocket. “You could say that.”

I bit my lip, trying to think of something else to say, but the silence stretched awkwardly between us. “Well, if you ever want to talk or hang out, you can—”

“I’m not looking for friends,” he cut in, his tone sharper than I expected. “I did what I had to out of duty. Don’t think about it too much.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I could only stare at him, my heart sinking as his gaze shifted, avoiding mine. “It’s nothing personal,” he added, but it felt cold, devoid of the warmth I’d hoped for.

“I understand,” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. My hands trembled slightly, and I fought back tears as I watched him step past me, leaving me standing there, shattered.

I felt the weight of his dismissal settle heavily on my shoulders, a reminder of how invisible I really was to him. My heart ached, not just from his words but from the reality that I would never be more than an afterthought to Simon Riley.

As I stepped into my flat, the door closing behind me, I sank down against it, tears slipping down my cheeks. I had wanted to be seen, to have someone recognize my worth, but instead, I was left with the painful truth: Simon didn’t want me around, and that stung more than I could express.

Each encounter with him became a reminder of my own insecurities, and the ache in my chest grew heavier with each passing day. I felt lost in the maze of my feelings for him, unable to reconcile the admiration I felt with the reality of his indifference.

All I wanted was a connection, but somehow, it felt as if I was always reaching for something just out of my grasp, destined to remain alone while he moved on, unbothered by my existence.

[spatialwave]

"indulgence"

pairing: pre-war!cooper howard x plus-size!fem!reader word count: 1.1k summary: cooper lost his breath the moment he saw you. there you sat at the end of the bar, deep rouged lips and painted nails that ran along the rim of your wine glass—smiling at him like the devil. warnings/tags: mdni! smut, praising, penetrative sex, doggy-style, porn without much plot, fluffy ending, reader is confident and cooper is divorced (and lonely). notes: as a plus sized person, this was long overdue to have some representation 😉

“hey, cowboy,” your voice purred, words rolling from your tongue. you leaned against the bar, eyes half-lidded and watching the older man who hadn’t been able to keep his eyes from you for the past ten minutes. feeling confident from two glasses of merlot, you decided to jump at the chance to talk to cooper howard.

to be noticed by him of all people, well, there was a first for everything.

your head tilted to the side, lips pulled into an impish grin, “can i buy you another glass?”

cooper’s eyes fixated on yours, sitting in his seat at the bar with a cigarette between his lips. two fingers pulled the thin stick from his mouth, a smirk replacing the stoic look on his face.

as confident as you were, you felt your stomach swirl in nerves as his eyes flickered up and down your satin-covered curvy figure. he was intoxicated by the image of you, knees weak at the idea of knowing you—learning your body. a few glasses whiskey in his system always made him incredibly worked up.

“only a stupid man would pass down a free drink from a pretty girl like yourself,” his voice drawled, the thick southern twang sending your brain into orbit. he was much more charismatic in person, “but a gentleman would never let her pay.”

the way he spoke was so cliché, but it worked wonders on you. a smile spread across your lips and the softest laugh erupted up from your throat, “in that case, a glass of red, mr. howard."

“so, you do know me,” the older man hummed, quirking an eyebrow as he slid a few bills across the black marbled surface, mentioning to the bartender your next round of drinks.

you kept your stance in front of him, long painted nails tapping along the bar top, “oh, please,” you chuckled, the sound deep in your throat and sending chills up cooper’s spine, “don’t be so modest. i’m sure you can’t go anywhere without someone recognizing you.”

with a tilt of your head, you chewed on your plump bottom lip—a coy look on your face. one that made the bulge in that man’s pants harden. if being divorced gave him anything positive, it was the freedom to have fun with a woman like you.

a chuckle came from him, lips breaking into a smile that was so god-awfully beautiful. he was easily the most attractive man you’d ever had the pleasure of flirting with.

“okay,” he said through gentle laughter, nodding at the bartender when two drinks slid before you, “sometimes i like to think that one day i’ll run into someone who has no clue who i am. it would be like a breath of fresh air.”

your eyes settled on his hand as he held the glass of whiskey to his lips, noticing the bare ring finger.

“i like roleplaying,” your voice was low, the intent of what you wanted from cooper palpable, “i can be that girl for you… sorry, what was your name, sir?” it was then your eyes rounded, eyebrows lifting in feigned uncertainty.

cooper didn't hesitate to indulge in you.

“fuck,” the word squealed from you, your face buried into fluffed pillows and ass in the air. your knees were growing weak, fingers digging into the linen as cooper fucked you from behind, “s’good…”

large hands grabbed at the rounded flesh of your ass, watching it bounce with every forward buck of his hips. your curves were heavenly, your body reacting and moving in ways that made his cock twitch inside of you.

“good girl,” cooper mumbled, eyes half-lidded as he groped your hips, fingers pressing into your skin. he couldn’t pull his eyes from you, watching in delight as you turned your head to the side to look over your shoulder. your eyes were glossy, lipstick smudged and face contorted into a blissed out expression.

you saw stars, and your mind was high in the clouds. cooper’s cock stretched you well, driving deep into your heat as to cause your eyes to roll back. a guttural moan rumbled from your chest, mouth open and tongue prodding against your bottom lip.

cooper’s hand settled on the small of your back, pushing down so you arched, and your head slightly tilted back as his pace quickened. your eyes settled on the cowboy behind you, his hair dishevelled, sweat accumulating on his forehead and chest, and red blooming over his cheeks. his abs tightened as he focused on grinding his hips forward against your ass, causing them to jiggle in a way that made his mouth water.

the image of him was burned in your mind, and you knew then no one else would ever compare to cooper howard.

a smile curled the corners of his lips, brown eyes watching you, “tell me how much you like this.”

“a lot,” you slurred, hardly able to speak as his length pounded into you with reckless abandon. you could hardly keep your eyes open, fingers digging into the silk bedsheets until you white knuckled, “i’m gonna’ come.”

“hold on, angel,” his voice was thick with lust, leaning forward so he could sneak a hand around you. he grazed his fingers against your rounded stomach, lowering until he could rub his middle finger in tight circles over your swollen clit.

you mewled in response, body shaking and hips stuttering as your orgasm came at you like a tsunami. eyes rolled into the back of your head and your cunt tightened and pulsed around cooper’s cock that fucked you rotten. the sounds from you were delicious—sending cooper over the edge just as quickly.

you milked him for what he was worth, collapsing onto the bed just as he did and thankful for your knees and thighs to rest.

“christ,” you breathed, hands lifting to brush against your hair, before resting them above you in an outstretched position. a hand moved to your cheek, tilting you to look over at cooper howard who was smirking to himself, “what’s that smile for?” you teased, looking through thick lashes.

surprisingly, you were answered by his lips. a soft, gentle kiss that made you wonder if this night wasn’t the last you’d see of him.

he pulled back and watched your eyes widen, an innocent look on your face that was far different that the vixen stare you had at the bar.

“just appreciating you,” he hummed, kissing you again before you could even part your lips to speak.

you were wrapped tightly around his finger, with no intention of trying to break loose.

[coveofsecrets]

Hii!! Oh my god, to start up, I HOPE YOUR PILLOW IS WARM ON BOTH SIDES TONIGHT BCS UR BURNING SPICE AND CHILD READER FIC DESTROYED ME 💔💔💔 but on another wrote it was so well written and i enjoyed it SO MUCH.

Is it alr that instead of a fic where Burnung Spice had a kid before his corruption, could you perhaps write one abt him having a kid as the Great Destroyer? Im pretty sure that he would be a relatively distant father, but what if his kid was practically a velcro baby and wanted to stick by his side the moment they were brought onto earthbread? I think it would be rlly silly ehehehhedhehhe

"𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝"

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-> Platonic! Burning Spice + reader

-> Warnings: Spoilers for Beast-Yeast chapter 6, child neglect, child abuse, mention of death. Please note I do not condone any of the aforemented stuff. If this is happening to you, please seek help if you can.

-> Word count: 1.8k

-> Uhm. I. I don't. I don't think. You got the silliness you wanted, anon, I. I am so sorry. But there is silly stuff in there!! Somehow????? I'm so sorry anon cires. but other than that THANK YOUUUUUUU WEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHE I LOVE DESTROTING PEOPLE WITH MY WRITINGGGG ATGGFHRF. BUT I DONT WANT MY PILLOW TO BE WARRRRRM <<<//333

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Being completely honest, he was bored.

Well, is bored the right word?

The eternal routine of destruction caused by him is nothing but  making innocents beg for mercy,  causing buildings full of history to crumble- watching all of that happen from his effort leaves his stomach full of satisfaction.

This path he walks is one he chose, one he had carved out for himself, so of course he would be having fun with his trail. If he weren’t having fun, then he wouldn’t have caused this ceaseless demolition.

Sometimes, though, there is something lingering within that satisfaction. Something that is out of his reach, something that he craves. With every person he kills, every city he levels, there is something in his gut. Even after he has finished his wreckage, after that pleasure has flushed itself out, something remains in his stomach. It’s as if he tasted something bad, as if, hidden within that delectable meal, there was just one part that threw the whole thing off.

No, he’s not bored.

He is dissatisfied.

Centuries have come and gone by, the Beast taking away the lives of millions, but not a single one of those numbers has done the same for him. When will it be his turn for that to happen? 

Burning Spice can only fantasize of the grand time it would be: Two individuals, fighting to the death. Blood surrounds them in the arena, not one of them knowing who it belongs to. The only fuel that’s driving their barely-working bodies to move is the adrenaline pumping through their veins. Both parties are helpless to the puppeteer that is the hormones, and unable to cut the strings, they raise their weapons, going in for what they hope is the final strike- oh, what splendor, what magnificence! The very thought leaves him in a deep state of hunger, one that even his most favorite hobby cannot quench. It makes him frustrated, how he can never be truly full; he has lived for so long, and not a single individual he met has come close to giving him what he yearns for!

What will it take to destroy him?!

All of a sudden, out of butt-fuck nowhere, Burning Spice comes up with an idea.

Since there is nobody to rip his life out from his body, he shall cultivate the being who shall do so.

If someone with his own techniques, his style- a perfect mirror of him- were to be fight him, given enough time, they could give him the battle he demands. After all, if somebody were to take after the strongest, eventually, they will take the title for themself.

Yes… yes! That’s the perfect plan!

All three eyes snapped open, lips bared into an all-teeth smile, the Beast practically launches himself off of his throne, set to putting his project into action. 

Burning Spice would be a neglectful parent.

Sure, he’s aware of what a baby needs to develop into a functioning person, but he stands strong to the ideal that the weak are to be left behind. So, you’re fed so you don’t die from hunger, you’re talked to so that you can understand and take part in speech, and you’re given certain tools that develop your fine motor skills. However, when you start crying, your father abandons you. No matter how loud they are, or how long they’re carried out for, nobody will come to your aid. Your sobs will not be soothed, your tears will not be kissed away.

In fact, if they weren’t under strict orders from their Lord Destroyer, the Spice Army would’ve killed you long ago. Your whines are grating to their ears, and they want nothing more than to make it stop. Like your father, they, too, will not help you.

Silence is the only thing you will know, so get comfortable with crying out to it.

When you start to crawl, Burning Spice gets so angry he has to take multiple breaks from you.

Having such a thing clinging to him; pulling on his hair, babbling incessantly, and forcing him to be more careful of his surroundings so he doesn’t squish you- ugh! He has to constrain himself to not throw you out the blasted window.

Other than that, though, your life is mostly the same as when the only thing you knew was the cradle surrounding you.

It only takes a drastic change once your fine motor skills are fully developed, you’re able to understand complex sentences, and you can recognize patterns across people. As soon as that happens, you’re immediately thrust into training.

It’s not pretty.

Blow after blow is given, not a break offered, and you’re forced to at least try and defend against your father’s too-quick attacks, else you’ll have to wear another scar on your skin. Whereas other parents would make sure not to push their children too far in sparring sessions,  every single battle you have with your dad leaves you on the brink of death.

You may be lying on the rough textures of the sands, vision blurring in and out- a direct result of all the blood that’s escaping its cage; you can try to call out, “help- help me-” but your voice is drowned out by the savage storms of the Spice Lands. Nobody helps you, nobody checks up on you; even your father, who can see just how bad of a shape you are in, leaves you to fare the battle against your demise.

Eventually, you learn that you’re not, in a sense… wanted. To the Beast who created you, you are nothing but a means to an end- a tool, a weapon, to lead him to his demise.

Despite that, though… despite how much you can see how you are nothing but a convenience, you still want to be near your dad.

He’s the only one who interacts with you; the spice army doesn’t want much to do with you, and all of your interactions with them always end in ignored yells, venomous words, or exchanged blows. Burning Spice is the only person in your life who, even if it was back-handed, has given you any sort of positive comments.

Because of that,, you want to get closer to him, know your only company better.

So you do.

Any time your body can forge energy, you use all of it to follow him around, doing nothing except for bombarding him with all sorts of questions- “Why do you use that bowl to eat? Is it important to eat with your hands? What are those tiny pieces on the map? What’s your weapon called?”- essentially talking his ears off.

Oddly enough, Burning Spice doesn’t mind.

Your father lets you hang around him like the Kulfis who used to serve him long ago, but he won’t exactly carry you around if you get tired. Adding on, if you ask questions, he will answer them. At first, the beast may seem irritated, but he’s not exactly… shooing you away. Take that as motivation to continue.

As you do so, he gets more and more relaxed from your parasitic presence being near him, and at one point, he starts having fun. Hee finds himself… happy to explain his customs, to divulge in practices he has not talked about in centuries.

Over time, His answers become longer, he starts smiling as he explains, and the creature even lets you partake in what he’s doing. For example, if you’re asking about his war plans, he will sit you next to him, tell you to suggest your own decisions for the pieces on the map, and teach you about what the best actions are to take as you do so. 

As the two of you get closer, the army gets confused. What’s the small thing doing, cuddling up to The Great Destroyer like a babe?

It doesn’t help that you, quite literally, try to stick by his side in such a way that you look like you are attempting to fuse your own flesh with his.

“What are you doing?”

The first time you do it, Burning Spice is quick to shake you off- contact outside of battle is not something he is used to, and he does not wish to indulge in your… clingy behavior. If you persist, though, he will fling you away- making sure that the indent you leave in whatever wall stops your trajectory is nasty. He will not tolerate such softness in his army, as it will only make one weak.

If you continue to try and cling to him, you’re gonna gain durability quickly, or learn to maintain a strong grip on your target, because if you don’t, you’re going to get a fractured skull.

Other than that, he doesn’t mind that you’re with him in every place he goes to, participating in every activity he is doing.

However, if you wanna do something of your own (which is surprising, considering that all you do is train and follow him around), then you better pray to the Witches it’s something Burning Spice will enjoy, or he will destroy any equipment there is to it.

“Soldiers of mine have no need for hobbies like these.”

Even if you are his child, you are, at the end of the day, one of his warriors; a discardable game piece.

Like every other fighter of his, you are set out to conquest; any kingdom he wishes to lay to ruin, you will be there, slaughtering the civilians and bringing ruin to architecture. It does not matter if these people beg, or if these buildings are rich with precious artifacts; you are expected to lay waste to anything that comes across your path; just like the rest of his army, you live, fight, and die for your Lord Destroyer.

If the day comes where you manage to crumble, you won’t get any sympathy. No proper funeral is carried out for you, no mourning is offered to your circumstance, and especially no memory of yours is preserved. 

Nobody cares for your death, except for Burning Spice.

Yet, the only emotion that is expressed to it is frustration. “All that time I put into my creation, and what did it amount to? Nothing!” But much like how the sands of time erode abandoned palaces, his frustration melts away into begrudging acceptance. “If they were truly meant to destroy me, they wouldn’t have been killed so soon.”

Such as all other beings who have died in his domain, your remains shall be left to forever drift in the Spice Land’s winds.

[thegreenlynx]

In the Name of Secrecy Series Masterlist

Description: He shouldn't. He really, really shouldn't. Everything in the world screams it's a terrible idea, but he can't help but crave you anyway. And unfortunately for the both of you, you feel the same. (This is a series of smut one shots, completely unrelated to each other, so read in any order).

Pairing: Dom Stray Kids x Sub Fem Reader (Individual)

Genre: Smut

Content Warnings: hardcore smut, toxic relationship dynamics, some of them are 'bad guys', kidnapping, mentions of and implied murder/death, coercion, manipulation, degradation, choking, rough sex, impact play, bondage, public sex, humiliation, a knife and threats, breaking and entering, crying, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, marking, corruption, revenge sex, breeding, captivity, dubious consent, forced cockolding, cheating, being a rebound, teasing, sexual torture, orgasm denial, both oral & penetrative sex, unprotected sex (these warnings do not necessarily apply to every one shot, these are the warnings for the whole series. do not read this series if any of these are triggering to you, this series is hardcore and should be read with caution and not taken seriously, exclusively for fun)

Status: Coming soon... (Generally Updated on Thursdays)

A/N: Decided to do these at the same time as Lonely Hearts. Literally all of these are probably at least a little toxic. I don't condone any of the acts in these one shots nor do they reflect any real people in any way. (Based off of the secrecy polls, which will be linked both here and in each one shot once released).

Voluntary Kidnapping (Coming Soon)

Description: He has not known peace a day in his life. Danger just follows him naturally, flows through his very veins. He's not the kinda guy who deserves love, the sweet loving embrace of a woman, a cute little family with a picket fence. He is the sort that should die alone for the sake of humanity as a whole. He knows this well, yet for some reason he just can't shake the idea that you should be his. He begins to want those things he shouldn't have, begins to want them with you. To keep you he must take drastic measures to keep you safe.

Pairing: Danger I.N x Fem Reader

Poll

Enemy, My Love (Coming Soon)

Description: Chan had never wanted to separate the group, but when matters take a turn for the worst and he cannot stop the rebellion, he choses the other side, not yours. He cannot let Minho go on alone, he owes him too much. Seungmin would say he cannot have his cake and eat it too, he's picked a side and needs to stick with it like the traitor he is. But, well, he just can't quite live with that.

Pairing: Rebel BangChan x Fem Reader, (Bg. Seungmin x Reader, Lee Know x Reader, mentioned all skz x reader)

Poll

A Menace, Your Menace (Coming Soon)

Description: You had heard the rumors of a thief robbing people in your area. People said he was a cruel and violent angry man who knew no mercy. One who would take nearly everything you had and leave you with only enough to barely get by. One who'd not once been seen. One the cops could not catch. Yet upon meeting you, he seems the polar opposite. Pairing: Infamous Thief Seungmin x Fem Reader

Poll

How Am I to Hate You? (Coming Soon)

Some Fire Genetics (Coming Soon)

Before I go (Coming Soon)

Searching the Wrong Place (Coming Soon)

The Devil's Art (Coming Soon)

SKZ Works

Taglist: @my-neurodivergent-world @possum-playground @m-325

[deerdoegone]

2009 AND WHY I AM IN LOVE.

EAST COAST BY ALEX G.

where have i been? i got two asks that noticed i seemed to dip, always in and out—touch and go. may took a nosedive for me, and i wanted an escape. no fireworks, no cool powers, nothing special that i could brag about once i got back, just the feeling of rain soaking into my clothes without the thunder. okay, maybe a lie—this is my contemporary version of the thriller that is westport.

YOU REMEMBER WESTPORT, RIGHT? good. which means you remember me! still the same girl as i would be here and in "original" westport. sweetly awkward, nauseously forgiving. girly geek, the same pink braces i have in this reality. deer in the headlights. chronic lover of all things that are adorable. tweemo meets princess prep. blackberry curve with a quiet ringtone. best friends with so-hee, always with so-hee. emotional twin to mabel pines. the human to nathaniel hare’s vampire, princess to his knight in shining fangs. diner dates. long drives around town in his busted 2001 toyota he bought off the local mechanic who had plans to scrap it. movie nights. sleeping on crumbled sheets in his small apartment on the outskirts of downtown, near the shore but still miles away from his hometown and quiet childhood.

WHAT DID YOU DO WHILE THERE? studied, for starters. i love to study and it's a beautiful art to me, in a very nerdy, shoved in the locker way. it also helps when my classes are all in things i already study here. except math. god, i hate this math class. i ate breakfast with my sister and had a rather boring morning, sitting around and watching reruns of supernatural. i have a chronic attachment to early seasons of that show, kisses to dvd for making me realize netflix cut scenes and changed them. cleaned my room, made coffee and talked with so-hee for an hour on the house phone, because i will be beating a dead horse in every reality. went walking around town, finding myself in every downtown crevice i could, dragging a stick across the chainlink fence of a construction area and getting as close to the beach as i could, staring down at it from the downtown clifftop railing. sat with nisa at her mother's salon as she got her roots touched up by her cousin; she went bronze brunette in june 2005 and never went back to black. got dinner at a local italian spot, run by a loud man who moved his family to westport from new jersey, said our town had no culture before he opened. kinda true? he gave me advice most small town shop owners give you as they hand off your plastic bag. studied more. did my usual jennifer check lying in bed routine while writing movie script ideas. the next day, i went to the lake near my house with my sister, then to work, and that was my weekend.

i've been here a month total, so far. i didn't script a time exchange, i kinda just don't believe in them because they aren't something you have to script i feel like? there are a thousand realities and a million doors to them, open the one where you last left off. or don't. open the one where a month has also gone by and your awareness jumps to you getting on the train to go clock in at your shift at bath and body works. do whatever works for you. speaking of.... bath and body works. you don't really forget you have a job or other priorities but i nearly missed a 2 to 6 on sunday because i wanted to sit by the rosewood lake all day. "don't you have work in an hour?" so thanks, mariah, for snapping me out of my trance over the sound of running water, but not the smooth running, the kind where it has to skip over rocks, so there's a hiccup or echo. it's weird, i know, but if you were there, you'd get it. everyone shift to westport and go to river/lake rosewood. my job is fun. i had ten minutes to get ready so i went to work in low rise jeans and a bare face. took the bus there and occasionally sidestepped my way through the crowd. my boss is a fifty-four year old woman who has platinum blonde streaks in honey blonde hair and chunky french tips, the ones carmela soprano has. she looks a bit like edie falco, too. adores me and gave me a cupcake from her daughter's birthday party the night before. we’re kinda understaffed, but the understaffed where it’s never a problem until we have big deals or holidays. for lunch, i had a texting session with nathan and a coca-cola slushie from the food court on the side. wasn't really hungry? i bought perfumes with my employee discount and nearly popped a blood vessel because i couldn't remember my employee number. bought vs pink clothes with that same employee number. ended my shift smelling like in-season autumn scents in a nauseating mix. don't ask how much i spent. it's embarrassing.

AFTER WORK, NATHAN PICKED ME UP. my parents came home from visiting my grandparents, who live in delaware. i fell asleep in mariah's bed after we watched always sunny in philadelphia in her room. smoked a cigarette before class with ava, gossiping about her maternal side of the family. went to class. made a fortune teller out of graded homework. turned in early work. turned in late work. stretched my legs because it's pushing to the last minute of class, and i wanna go home. went home. played the sims 3 for the rest of the day. had dinner with my family. got my nails done with so-hee and my mom. went shopping at hollister. finally went to the beach. had brunch at the local diner with nathan. lounged around with my mom's black cat, morticia. i don't know what to say. there's a lot to say and nothing at all because i feel like this might be boring? like oh, cool, my boyfriend is a vampire, but also it's nothing more than that. no mystery to his new identity, no 5AM by ex:re—the bystander anthem, no messy and action-packed life. the thing i feel like i'm supposed to say is that this reality is super cool and i'm living the supernatural dream, but it's really not like that. don't get me wrong: i love it. i'm having fun. i'm happy, most importantly, but whenever I shift, i get this wave of memories, thoughts, and opinions that remind me this is still just another life i live. i always feel self-conscious sharing because why does it always feel like that is what it's supposed to be? there's supposed to be a million stories of how i spend all day with my boyfriend, but i spend more time texting and calling him than i do seeing him twice a day because we are still just college kids with part-time jobs. there's supposed to be the coolest stories of how my vampire boyfriend turned me, and now we're living out our twilight fantasy, but i'm happy with where i'm at in my mortal body. there's no rush to bury myself in nathan's cold body, no rush to do a gazillion things i wanted to do before shifting, no rush for anything at all. it's the look of love i stare at him with, sewing with nisa and so-hee in optional home economics, and resting my forehead against cold tables when i get a 89% on my test because thank god. there aren't any fireworks like i said. it's just me. the same me who stays up watching tv, the same me who didn't learn to tie her laces until high school because she's autistic, the same me who goes "where's the rest of you?" when she sees people with the name aliyah because she's so accustomed to the double a. i script out the things i don't like about myself but it's still always me. i like this reality a lot better, and being me is never the problem.

THANKS FOR READING THIS MESSY WORD VOMIT!

[satorusugurugurl]

Paging Dr. Sexy and Dr. McDreamy!

Summary: You try to go to a Halloween costume wearing pretty scandalous costume. Both your boyfriends disagree with your choice, but you plainly ignore them. They decide to take matters into their own hands and punish you for it.

Characters Gojo Satoru x AFAB!Reader x Geto Suguru

Word Count: 3.2K

Warning: dress up, language, Brat/brat tamer, degradation, spanking, hair pulling, anal, sex unprotected sex, cream pies,

A/N: Kinktoner Day 18: Scandalous Costume! Ahhh my boys!! 😈 I would wear those just to get a rise out of them!

“No.” Satoru nearly drops the case of beer he’s holding as you step out of the bathroom. “No, what the fuck are you wearing?!”

You give him an incredulous glare, eyeing yourself up and down before fixing your attention back on him. “Uhm, I am wearing a nurse costume for the Halloween party.” Your white-haired boyfriend scuffs as emotion down to yourself to emphasize the point; in fact, we’re wearing a costume as it was clear as day.

“No, you're not wearing that shit!”

“Yes, I am!”

Satoru scrubs a hand down his face as he puts the beer on the kitchen counter. “Suguru!” he yells down the hall for help from his best friend and partner. “I need your help with this!” Suguru sighed b as he walked out of the bathroom, smoothing out the scrubs he had on before tugging on the white doctor's coat.

“What?”

“Did you know what she was planning on wearing tonight?!” Satoru asks, in a matching teal scrub, set complete with a stethoscope.

Suguru doesn’t even bother looking in your direction. He reached for the fridge, grabbing the fruit tray you were bringing along with the beer. “She’s got a cute little nurse outfit because we’re both going to this as doctors.” Suguru places the fruit tray on the counter.

“She cannot go to the party dressed like that.”

“Satoru.” Suguru chastises, giving him an almost disgusted look. “She can wear whatever she wants. I bet there will be more girls at this party wearing less clothes than she is. It’s fun; we’ll take off whatever little she has on when we get home.” Around the same time, Satoru realizes Suguru probably has no idea what you’re wearing. So, he grabs both sides of his boyfriend’s face without saying a word before turning his head to face you. When his violet eyes lock on you, his jaw drops.

When you said, you were going to dress as a nurse for this party. He had expected a cute little dress, maybe some thigh-high socks and heels. With whatever hat in the prepackaged costume. Maintaining sexy and cute at the same time. What you were wearing was considered as fucking lingerie! You wore a tight, one-piece, white lace lingerie corset set with red trimming that barely covered your ass.

Your boots were leather and a bright red, going up to the top of your thighs. And, of course, to ensure they didn’t fall, garter belts were fastened to your underwear so he could see as clearly as day through the lacy top you were wearing. The most wholesome part of your costume had to be the little nurse's head on the top of your head. Everything else looked like it was straight off of a porn site.

You looked fucking hot. That was the truth in black-and-white writing! You looked perfect. Your ass was voluptuous and delicious! But there was no way he would let you leave the house in that lingerie.

“No,” Suguru repeated his best friend's words from several minutes before. “You cannot wear that.”

Your cheeks puff out, and frustration as your well-done makeup glitters in the apartment's light. “I am!” You stick your bottom lip out, crossing your arms over your chest effectively, pushing your breasts that are already popping out together. “I did not seriously just spend an hour getting ready for you to tell me to change into something stupid.” Your boyfriend exchange with each other; their eyes have a silent conversation.

“You’re not wearing that, " both boyfriends said in unison. I told you this conversation was over.

So much your dismay the boys you put on boring scrub that they had. You weren’t going to let us stand, though. You had a plan when they would never come.

When you all got to Shoko and Utahime’s for the party, you immediately took off, telling them you needed to use the restroom. You insisted that they have their fun, and they, of course, took the bait. You smirk as you watch them hurry off to a table to grab some drink as you set off to invoke your devilish little scheme.

“Where is she?” Satoru asked, looking over the heads of everyone else walking around. In one hand, he was nursing Cola, and the other toyed with the badge that read “Dr. Sexy” attached to his chest.

“She’s fine, Satoru.” Suguru had it in his leg, shaking as he looked around the room for you. “She’s gotta be around here somewhere.”

Part of Satoru wanted to believe that, but he knew you. You tended to get a little pissy whenever you were told not to do something. And when you got pissy, you turned into a brat. It was only a matter of time before you started doing something to get back at them for making you change.

He huffed out a sigh, about ready to give up on his quest to find you. When he heard a whistle from across the room, he turned his head to the sound, looking over to see a few men standing off to the side, pointing at a woman passing by. One seemed eerily similar to you, which couldn’t be because you weren’t wearing the skin costume you had on earlier.

“There’s no fucking way,” Satoru grumbled, smacking Suguru’s arm, motioning him to join his side. “Please tell me you weren’t seeing what I’m seeing.”

There was a sharp huff from the longer-haired man as he pushed himself out of the chair, following his best friend's gaze. He stopped watching as your doppelgänger bent over the table, reaching for a drink. As much as he wanted to believe it wasn’t you, he knew your cute ass anywhere.

And that cute ass was currently bent over a table, grabbing a drink from Yuki, who reached over to toy with the lingerie corset you were wearing. The same one they both had told you not to wear. Both of your boyfriends moved before they could even think. They pushed past people, gritting their teeth with every glance. A guy stole it from you. Wanting to end the ones who are practically undressing you and eye fucking you right there in the room.

They had no issues with you wearing what you wanted. But when you were dressed like that in a room where men had trouble controlling themselves, they got protective. Besides, this costume, if you could even call it a costume, was nearly see-through, exposing parts of your skin that they didn’t want other people to see. They were possessive and protective in every way they could be. So they were pissed off with your little stunt was a bit of an understatement.

“You look so good!” Yuki cheered down her beer before draping an arm over her boyfriend, Choso. “Like seriously, dude, you look amazing!”

“Thank you!” You pulled back one of the red straps to your garter belt, snapping it against your thigh. “The boys didn’t want me wearing this, but I’m a grown woman who can handle myself!”

“Is that so?” A chill ran down your spine as you choked on your rum and Coke. “You can handle yourself?”

Yuki hissed quickly, averting her eyes as she tried to focus on anything other than the towering men above you. “Yikes, come on, Cho.” And within the snap of a finger, your best friend abandoned you to the wolves circling you.

At first, you froze, unsure of what to do or what to say. The smell of clean linen, mint, and pure musk invaded your senses. Usually, it brought you a sense of comfort, but tonight, it made your stomach twist and knots. You had to be strong, though you were making a point. This was your choice! You wanted to prove to them that you were fully capable of making your own decisions.

Whether they liked it or not.

Tilting your head back, you looked up at the two men glaring down at you. “Oh, hi, guys.” You took a long drawl of your drink. “I decided to get into something a little more comfortable.” Suguru and Satoru gave each other another look, one you weren’t able to read. “I hope you don’t mind.” To emphasize your point, you took the strap on your garter belt again and pulled it out as far as possible before snapping it against your skin.

“Oh, you wanna be comfortable?”

“That is what she said.”

Satoru grabs a handful of your hair, tugging your head to the side, allowing Suguru to slide down his mouth, pressing against your ear. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news. But this little outfit you’re wearing is far from comfortable.” In a single swoop, you were lifted off the ground.

“H-Hey!” Your cheeks were on fire as the boys paid no mind to anyone else clearing a path as they headed for the basement. “W-What are you guys doing?!”

Satoru went down first, ensuring the basement, normally reserved for Shoko’s close friends, was empty. “Oh, she doesn’t know what’s going on.” Satoru scoffed as bounded up the stairs, locking the door behind him as Suguru carried you down the stairs. “You’re so cute when you act stupid.” Satoru’s hand slapped firmly against your ass, drawing out a scream from you.

“You said you wanted to be comfortable.”

“Mhmm~ and that tight corset is far from being comfortable.” Satoru purred, tilting his head to the side. “So the only reasonable thing for us to do is to help you get even more comfortable.”

“Exactly; what kind of boyfriends would we be if we just let you suffer?”

Suguru sat down on the couch as Satoru came up behind you grinding his hips against the bed of your ass. “G-Guys, let’s talk about this, Haah!” You cried out as Satoru’s fingers hooked underneath the flimsy fabric of your outfit, tugging to the side, revealing the pink jeweled butt plug you had in. “I-I was trying to make a point!”

“A point we can read loud and clear.” Suguru hummed, his hands working at your breasts, squeezing and massaging them as he buckled his hips up against you. The swell of his cock rubbed perfectly over your clit. “Poor Princess just wants some attention, it seems.”

Satoru hummed in agreement, nodding as he grabbed the butt plug that was firmly placed in your ass, gently tugging on it, causing you to moan as it caught against the rim of your hole. “We can give you all the attention you want.” He slowly twisted the toy before pushing it back in, repeating the movement over and over again as Suguru continued grinding against it.

“I don't need attention.”

“That’s what your actions say. You blatantly disobeyed us. Fuck you lied to us. We can see exactly what you want and need now.” Suguru ripped the lazy corset down, shredding the thin material as he freed your breasts. “You wanted our attention.”

“And you got it.” Satoru finished as he yanked the butt plug out, causing you to cry out, tears forming in your eyes.

Oh, you had fucked up, you fucked up bad!

Before you have any time to register what’s going on, you feel the velvety smooth skin of both their cocks against you. Before Satoru grabs a handful of your hair and yanks it back, Suguru halts his hand before you. You stare at him, open, confused as to what he wants, until he flatten it out just below your chin.

“Spit.” He commands, and you oblige.

Satoru follows his lead, turning your head to face his hand, which is pushed directly in front of you. “My turn, Sweetheart.” You are starting to question your life’s choices and decisions at that moment. But you wanted to act on your own accord and thought you were making the right choice; I know you had to live with the consequences. Satoru hummed as you spat into his open palm. “Well, look at that. She does know how to listen.” That causes butterflies to flutter deep inside your stomach in your pussy as you listen to them stroking themselves with your spit.

“Too bad you didn’t listen to us earlier.”

In an instant, you’re filled with both of their cocks. Suguru is inside you fast and hard, while his white-haired best friend is slightly more gentle. So, push inside the tight ring of your hole. Both men have before kissing and nipping at your skin, allowing you, thankfully, to adjust to their sizes. You’re shaking, forming in the corner of your mouth as you cry softly.

“Holy fuck.” you whisper, eyes rolling back as they continue pushing inside of you.

“Yeah? This is what you needed, Princess?” Suguru asks as he gently begins fucking in and out of your cunt. “Need to put you in your place.”

You whimpered, tilting your head back before rocking against them, not caring about the sting of being so full. Your head spun as your walls twitched around your best friends and lovers. "Y-Yes! Punish me! I’m sorry for being such a bad girl." You cried out before pressing your lips so softly against Suguru’s that your request was barely audible.

Satoru groaned grout as he watched Suguru's eyes roll back. “Yeah, Sweetheart, you need to fuck some sense back into? Because we all know how much of a good girl you are." Suguru nodded in agreement, grunting as he began thrusting a bit faster in and out of you.

You whimpered as you gripped a handful of Suguru's hair, your lips moving against his as you rocked back against Gojo. "M-mmm yes, Toru~ I need that so bad! Fuck me back to my senses, please!!."

Watching his best friend so shamelessly fuck up into you like you were flash had him growling. He swapped your ass before pressing his cock further inside of you, stretching you out. "Don't worry, baby, we'll put you back in your place, won’t we, Suguru?”

“Fuck yeah, we will.” Suguru huffed out as he nipped and sucked at your neck, marking you up, so there would be no doubt who you belonged to when you left the basement. “We’ll make sure to get those senses back in line.”

You felt dizzy as both your boyfriends were fucking into you as fast and as hard as they could, not giving you a break in the slightest. They were treating you like the brat you had been all night. "I-I feel so full." You said in a begging tone. "Toru feels good! Fuck!” Suguri looked up at you with a guttural growl as he grabbed your thighs, driving his cock up inside you.

"Princess~ are tot nnngh so good for your daddy’s, the rest of the night?~" Suguru growled in your ear before pulling back to watch the blissful expression on Satoru’s face as he fucked you hard.

You take your bottom lip between your teeth, biting it hard as you nod. Gasping as Satoru nipped and suckled at your shoulders. "Y-Yeah~ I can be a good girl for my daddies!!" Your eyes watered at the dual and rough sensation of being so full and fucked mercilessly. “I'll be good! I’ll be a good girl, I promise!”

Suguru groaned as he felt Satoru thrust in and out with him, their cocks pressed up against each other through your thin walls. Making it feel good for all of you. You cried and begged for more. Finding this double penetration is less like a punishment and more like a reward for you. For a second, you thought maybe you should act up more from now on. Both of them picked up on your pleasure, and they chuckled as they pressed kisses all over you before starting a pace that they both immediately picked up on, their cocks plunging into you desperately.

It wasn’t soft at all. It was fast and hard, and they were fucking you as hard as they could. You can barely handle it anymore as you grab onto Suguru’s shoulders. "Oh fuck~ d-daddies!!" your pussy and ass throbbed around them, lips pressed together, as she cried out. “G-Getting close!” Both groaned loudly as you continued to throb. They sped up, growling and moaning as they rut up against each other.

"Do you even deserve to cum?" Suguru panted, a dark brow cocked.

"Yeah, maybe we should just edge you all night,” Satoru added, smirking as you made a cute little sound of protest, which made his eyes roll back.

“N-No! Please, I’ll be good! Let me please, please!!”

“What do you think, Satoru?”

“Hmm, I don't know, Suguru.”

You whimper, and it’s so pathetic and weak but also cute at the same fucking time. “Please!!” Tears stream down your cheeks as you scream for them to show mercy. And seeing those tears ruin the perfect makeup you had worked so long on is what they were waiting for.

“Cum for us,” Suguru growls, losing all of his control as he fucks you deeper and harder, bruising your cervix almost.

“Cum on, Sweetheart~ cum for us, baby!”

You screamed in pleasure as you came hard. Squirting on Suguru as you convulse around Satoru. Your dark-haired boyfriend in maroon scrubs groaned needly, his hips stuttering as he felt his load fill you up; his head was thrown back, and all he could focus on was your sweet tight pussy. While Satoru, on the other hand, was fucking feral as he slammed into your ass a few more times before growling, nearly roaring out loud in pleasure, as he gripped your hips, slamming home one last time before cumming inside your ass.

Time to stop as the three of you lay there, panting heavily, recovering from the intensity of your orgasms. But for your boyfriend, don’t stop as nearly long as it stops for you because, in an instant, you’re flipped onto your back. You blink several times, trying to process what’s going on as your afterglow fades.

“W-What are you—nngh!!” you arch off the sofa as Suguru positions and stuff between your legs, instantly eating your pussy out. “Fuck!!” you fingers, tangle, and strands of hair as Satoru wraps his long, pretty fingers around your neck, gently, squeezing off your air supply. “Haaah~ fuck Toru?”

“Or did you seriously think a little double penetration was gonna be your punishment?” he laughed right in your face, and it was full of humor and darkness that had your legs closing around Suguru’s head. “Ohh, sweetheart, you’re in for a long fucking night.”

“But you’re in good hands with us,” Suguru adds before flicking his tongue over your clit. “Trust us~ we’re doctors for tonight, princess.”

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[lsunstreakerl]

Seconding the matching tattoo ask but except of in darkbull in SH and done in a safe environment

900 words for you, a little Search History slice of life :)

Daniel is blinking at him. Max stares at him over the table, their plates empty in front of them at the restaurant.

"Max. Do you seriously think I would have this many if the pain was anything like a car crash?"

Max wrinkles his nose.

"You do not need to make fun of me Daniel. I am of course just wondering."

Daniel rolls his eyes, bumping their feet together under the table.

"You'll barely notice it, I promise. Honestly, it's kind of impressive you haven't ended up with one already, considering how much you partied."

Max had almost gotten a stick and poke at one of Marc's parties in Catalonia, but thank god for Bezzecchi, who'd talked him out of it.

Granted, he'd then gone and sat right where Max had been planning on sitting and gotten his own, but-

Those guys are odd as a default.

Max also has zero intention of letting Daniel know about that, because it means admitting he was at a Catalonia party, which means inadvertently admitting to about fifty other things that happen at those parties.

He'll spare himself the embarrassment.

"What were you thinking of? You weren't exactly very clear in your text, mate."

Max lights up, feels a smile pulling at his mouth.

"I was thinking about a marigold flower, yes? Up my forearm- here, I worked out a sketch with the artist-"

He pulls the photo up on his phone. It's two orange Marigold plants- one has three leaves on one side of the stem, with three leaves on the other. The second has one leaf on one side, six on the other. Max had worried it would look unbalanced, but the way the artist had twined the flowers together- it still looks natural.

Daniel's face does that weird thing where he really wants to hug Max but isn't sure if he's allowed.

"They grow up so fast- and you two are nauseatingly cute, by the way."

"Shut up."

Max pockets his phone again, heart buzzing in his chest. He's excited about it- had never considered getting tattoos before, never really had anything so world-encompassing that he felt the need to ink it into his skin.

Charles, though.

He's worth it.

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"Okay, but would it hurt more or less than your hair transplant- ow, why the fuck did you kick me?"

Pierre scowls at him.

"Say it a little louder next time, I don't think the people in the freezer section could hear you."

Charles turns his nose up as he inspects a bell pepper.

"I'm just wondering."

"That one is shit- get the one next to it, it'll be good longer."

Charles frowns.

"How can you tell? Also, what if I want to make it tonight? Max will not tell me where his is going, so I have no idea-"

Pierre leans over to take the pepper from Charles, setting it back in the stand and grabbing the other that he'd pointed out.

"The color- if you are not careful I will have Esteban give you the fruits and vegetables presentation. We both know you aren't cooking anything tonight, don't be stupid- and why does it matter where Max's goes? Pick what you like for you."

Charles dutifully takes the pepper, dropping it into the basket.

"I think between my shoulders? Or maybe my sternum, I cannot decide."

Pierre makes a face.

"Both of those would hurt."

Charles stares at him.

"I think crashing a Formula 1 car hurts worse, so I am not worried about my pain tolerance, Pierre."

He grabs an orange.

"I just wonder where he would like it better."

Pierre sighs, long and drawn out- exhausted enough that a nearby shopper looks at them weird. At least- Charles assumes that's why they're being stared at. That they're both still in their race suits has nothing to do with it.

"That is also a shit orange, Charles. I'm going to make Esteban give you the speech, and you're going to take notes, yes?"

"I thought it was a nice orange."

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"I find it hard to believe you two need this much moral support."

Oscar's voice is dry where he's squished next to Fred in a corner of the tattoo shop. Pierre snorts, not even looking up from his phone.

"I won't speak for Max, but Charles is afraid of needles."

Max's head whips over to Charles.

"You did not mention that?"

"Thanks, Pierre. I am not that scared of them, I just don't like them. It is worth it for you, Max."

Arthur makes a disbelieving hum from another corner, but it's cut off with a strangled grunt as Logan elbows him in the stomach.

Daniel laughs from where he's sitting on an unused countertop.

"Well, I'm happy to hold whoever's hand needs it. And by that I definitely mean Max, no way he doesn't cry."

Max balls up a paper towel to throw at him, but it isn't quite dense enough, floats to the ground between them.

Charles bites his lip not to laugh.

"Don't be a asshole Danny, you said it wasn't going to hurt-"

"So maybe I stretched the truth a bit-"

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The tattoo artist lifts the gun off, carefully wiping at Max's forearm.

"What do you think?"

"Oh wow- That is much nicer than the stick and poke Bez got."

Charles chokes on his water- they'd finished the morning glory between his shoulders a little bit earlier, and he's been watching the work on Max's since then.

"Sorry, what-"